Pass It Out - 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 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 Conely 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

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, 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 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 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 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 Conely 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 Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out

Hope you ain’t trippin', pull these bands out

Out that Draco, it’s a lot of shots