Pass It Out (feat. Lil Gotit)

Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline Catch you down bad and your allies I'll pass it out Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots Yeah, we creepin' with your main hoe Fuck 12, not pullin' over, not the Rover Balenciaga drip, yeah, the pullover Money, keep it on me like a damn Trojan Stuff it in my pants, can't even walk, hoe Stuff it in my pants, I'm 'bout to fall over Yeah, these diamonds on me and they all chokers Diamonds real wet just like a Super Soaker (yeah) Let's chop this shit down like a lawnmower (yeah) When that chopper spit, it's like a flamethrower (yeah) Baguettes on me now whiter than baking soda (yeah) I got a pink slip, you ain't got a fucking toy Shout out Juan, if he havin' Runtz, he havin' the real odor Mixed with the Baccarat squirts, homie Had to Number Nine your own mans on you Yeah, yeah Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline Catch you down bad and your allies I'll pass it out Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots Yeah, the bottom of that Draco, that's a red dot Yeah, we callin' D1 hoes from bein' a thot thot Yeah, she warm up the pipe, I call her Hot Pocket Play with the gang, we push your shit back like a drop D-R-A-C-O, Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco Pullin' up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo, Benzo Kick in the door to the spot, and we headin' out the backdoor (let's go) Didn't have to beat the pot, said some words and got my racks up Talkin' out your neck can get you hurt and held for ransom Done fucked around and put some jewels on me, that's a dirty dancer Two door coupe, I'm ridin' with my mama, banana sticks, got ammo Got on hightop Versace, I'm rockin' that shit with Gucci pajamas Call my weed a brick 'cause niggas smokin' on that dank dope 7.62 hit your spot, take off your face, dawg Start a new wave and watch my old wave break up Round up them sticks and hit your block and have a standoff Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline Catch you down bad and your allies I'll pass it out Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots