Passenger

Lyrics

[Intro: Azizi Gibson] Oh yeah, haha Hit them niggas with the Oou, oh, yeah [Verse 1: Azizi Gibson] Lil' Zi was young and wild Oou, but that lil' nigga had style Fucked up someone had to sit me down No bullshit, who the fuck would love this child Yeah Now you know where I'm at now Penthouse fuckin' bitches with sick tats now With that ass too fat for me to ask out 'Cause I already got the damn answers Oou, it's dedication The same way I got here, bitch it's dedication You just mad that you not here 'cause you not patient [Chorus: Azizi Gibson] This is Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold Big body, make 'em girls say whoa Party late, do whatever you want Just make sure you don't smoke all the skunk I get stressed if I don't have me some Nigga, fuck you, we get it done [Verse 2: King Mez] Young King Mez Momma wanted me educated (Yeah, yeah, yeah) No degree, but I'm dedicated (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It was that or be medicated (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Problems so heavy man some weighed a ton Boy, if you ain't really run with the gun Nigga, please don't lie 'Cause I will pull your fuckin' card Some of my niggas really scarred But they here, so I praise the lord Man the system against us dog We got Glocks to even the odds And man most of these niggas frauds But they doin' such a good job I guess they deserve applause I clap at all of them Would say more this the end of the verse though Everybody wanna be Picasso Nigga, you ain't even done with the first coat When it's all said and done, nigga, what did you work for They say you can't take the money with you Maserati recently made a hearse though (So this is) [Chorus: Azizi Gibson] This is Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold Big body, make 'em girls say whoa Party late, do whatever you want Just make sure you don't smoke all the skunk I get stressed if I don't have me some Nigga, fuck you, we get it done [Verse 3: Ray Wright] Oh, you just mad 'cause I waited Plottin' plans, smoke my grams, contemplated 'Til she realize the man likes men And I'm so straight with the pen I swooped in and penetrated Now I ain't bent fool, I'm flyin' high See, I got my rent in my pockets right Now, lil' nigga tell me what that profits like When you done switched to luscious lobster luncheons From my pocket now They actin' like some jerks sayin' I don't really do this Had to pull up like Dirk, with the Rollie and the Cuban With Reuben white diamonds wrap 'em tightly around my dental Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know with hoes all in the rental (This is) [Chorus: Azizi Gibson] This is Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold Big body, make 'em girls say whoa Party late, do whatever you want Just make sure you don't smoke all the skunk I get stressed if I don't have me some Nigga, fuck you, we get it done