Pass It Out (feat. Lil Gotit) (Explicit)

Pass It Out (feat. Lil Gotit) - Lil Keed/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 d**n 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 ho

F**k 12 not pullin' over not the Rover

Balenciaga drip yeah the pullover

Money keep it on me like a d**n Trojan

Stuff it in my pants can't even walk ho

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 s**t 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 f**king toy

Shout out Juan if he havin' Runtz he havin' the real odor

Mixed with the Baccarat squirts homie

Had to Numba 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 d**n 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 s**t 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 f**ked 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 s**t with Gucci pajamas

Call my w**d a brick 'cause n***as smokin' on that dank d**e

762 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 d**n 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