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No Passes
1,991
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Passes was released on August 26, 2025 by WoodWorks Records/Death Row Records as a part of the album Wake Up Supa
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Release DateAugust 26, 2025
LabelWoodWorks Records/Death Row Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
D Smoke
D Smoke
Vocals
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Programming
Bigg Jah
Bigg Jah
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Anthony Farris
Daniel Anthony Farris
Composer
Michael Cox
Michael Cox
Songwriter
Taqueorin Pound
Taqueorin Pound
Composer
John Groover
John Groover
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Corey P
Corey P
Additional Producer
Vic Luevanos
Vic Luevanos
Mixing Engineer
Chris "CA" Anthens
Chris "CA" Anthens
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Supa
Good
[Verse 1]
Two times for the futons
Slept on many couch, got out the house to chase them croutons
**** new to this like a udon
Without introduction, I pull up and they know just who I'm
Is, ****, before money I was rich, ****
Pinch hitta, every at bat over the fence, ****
Pen riddles food for thought, them **** been Skittles
Big giggles, ha-ha!
Let's take the trash out
Before I slay them demons, they gon' lash out
The devil ain't got horns, she got her back out and her ass out
Last night, she poured me shots until I near lost it and blacked out
Prolly how my pops felt at the crack house, to many I'm a cash cow
That's why I walk in clubs without a pat down
Elephants in streets turn into rats now
It's a new era, momma, your son wear many hats now
They out for your head, they'll cap a ****, guess we in frats now
Let's take 'em back to class now
Was friendly in my past, you get no pass now
Carrying a mantle that was passed down
Rap ain't been inspiring me, like what's the price of gas now?
And can somebody tell us where we headed, or are we unleaded?
[Chorus]
Uh, pure gas for your bitch ass
Shit, where my lighter at? Ooh
Where my lighter at
No pass for your bitch ass
**** 'bout to make me go crashing, no passes!
No, no passes, ****
Fists clenched, finna go Cassius, ****
Uh, yeah, don't let me catch this ****
And even if he live, I'll more than match this ****
[Verse 2]
Step on a crack, you breaking a vertebrae
Step on a line, they losing their mind, your teeth on the curb today
Showing no mercy, mercy me, won't be no Marvin Gaye
Pull that Aretha off the hip and sing a song, I'll sing along
'Bout that action like a verb, if you slacking, it's brackin' when you hit the turf
They wearing red like an open book in the church
But it's plenty that I love with the rag hanging, banging colors of Smurfs
And on this side, can't be too shy like Lil Durk
Watch what they clutch like lil' purse, shortcut 'cause they scared of a lil' work
But the pain'll make you grow that lil' hurt
Will be the catalyst to win your battle when they skedaddle and leave you burnt
Now we don't leave shit alone 'cause we too turnt
They shit so see-through, they equal to water with fecal matter that's floatin'
They peak when I'm elevating like seagull over the ocean
Might wave at you from on high in that ****, on God
And to think they on my time, I find it odd, let's light 'em up
[Chorus]
Uh, pure gas for your bitch ass
Shit, where my lighter at? Ooh
Where my lighter at
No pass for your bitch ass
**** 'bout to make me go crashing, no passes!
No, no passes, ****
Fists clenched, finna go Cassius, ****
Uh, yeah, don't let me catch this ****
And even if he live, I'll more than match this ****, blam
[Bridge]
Peter Piper picked a pencil and passed judgment
No passes, no average
Fuck the masses, no sombrero
No cappin', pure Valero
Peter Piper picked a pencil and passed judgement
No passes, no average
Go bad bitch, go
Go Cassius, go
[Outro]
I took a drive down the West side, lil' homie, what it do?
Pure King is what I'm made of, but I can't tell, what is you?
Who needs an umbrella standing in hail? I'm weatherproof
If tempted, I'll sever head from the shoulders, no shampoo
No pases, no se lo doy a los raperos que tiran
Mierda a la pared y lo miran como si fuera un arte
Whack music turns me savage
So if you think you're sneaking in my grasses, no passes
Written by: Daniel Anthony Farris, John Groover, Michael Cox, Taqueorin Pound
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