Passion (feat. Duwap Kaine & Eera)

Count big ass racks, goddamn

Big guns, no tatts, ****, damn

Talkin' crazy, do you know who I am?

You know I don't fuck with **** on the regular

30 on me, boy, he thought I was a wrestler

But I'm the Predator, I will take yo cheddar

And I used to sip the codeine to feel better

Posted in a foreign car, Gucci on the leather

Free my **** Tony, man, I gotta write a letter

These **** hoes, **** soft, like a feather

Counting up for the pleasure, fuck that pressure

I'm-I'm-I'm not like y'all, I'm not like all

Ten toes I stand, no I will not fall

Dope in my blunt, so yes, I might doze off

Red dot, red beam, shit look like Rudolph

On the block where it's hot, it will never cool off

I just walked out the bank, like this shit was set it off

OG Margiela Man, but I'm capping

****, I got water in my chain, I'm a captain

Burberry belt on, but I'm still sagging

Sito see it in yo eyes if you false flagging

Put my Gucci wallet right up in my Gucci jacket

Bitch, I gotta have it, bitch, I got a Gucci habit

**** talkin' static bout my bro, he got the ratchet

In the trap trimming packs, I don't need a hatchet

Sippin' on pink, I ain't talkin' Patrick

Backwood ashin', Uzi grabbin', I can't feel my passion (Passion)

I can't feel my passion (Passion)