No Passes

[Verse 1: Hood Tali, JB Bin Laden]
Bitch, my dreads hangin'
Right now I'm in here with some niggas that be gang bangin'
Nigga that's behind me, he get real stupid
He got that ball up on the court, he's a real hooper
Close range, from a distance he's a real shooter
If we don't know that car, we shootin' up your Uber
Reason why them niggas dyin', they dissin' on computers
[?] up in this shit, he don't know how to maneuver
Ain't no passes in this shit, you niggas movin' fluky
And ain't no passes in this shit, but they might prolly oop you
We get on yo' ass, first 48, you done in two days
They didn't bag, he caught a blitz, that came from two ways
Pulled down my mask, hit the switch, then I go crazy
Go check the news, FOX 5, mommy lost her baby
All these pretty bitches on my dick, can't say I ain't that nigga
Ain't no pussy niggas in my clique, bitch I hang with killers
(Bitch, I hang with killers, I hang with killers)

[Verse 2: JB Bin Laden]
Ain't no bitch niggas in my circle, I run with thugs
We be gang bangin', throwing B's up, bitch I'm a blood
And my nigga Gruski, he'll tweak, yeah his ass'll bug
We'll smoke a nigga like some reef, tell them light it up
We got that lil' lo from a hoe, we gon' fire it up
Kick a nigga door, for that dope, we gon' tie 'em up
Leave a nigga stretched in the snow, his lil' time was up
This lil' bitch gon' let me brack, 'cause I'm fly as fuck
Traffic in the trenches, in the 'Raq, gettin' high as fuck
Four niggas and four blicks, black 'Cat, nigga try your luck
We really them niggas, no bap, who can fuck with us?
Don't you know these niggas gettin' clapped, bein' double stuffed
Ay, who we'll smoke, bitch you rock the coat
Let a nigga hang hisself, give his ass the rope
Goofy niggas, should've blamed yourself, cause he shouldn't loaf
And we do this shit for the trenches, and we give them hope