Pass It Out

(专辑： Long Live Mexico - 2019)

[Lil Keed:]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes lining 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
Coming through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drumming like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that tripping, I'll pass it out
Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't tripping, pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots

Yeah, we creeping with your main ho
Fuck 12, not pulling 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 having Runtz, he having 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 lining 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
Coming through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drumming like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that tripping, I'll pass it out
Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't tripping, pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots

[Lil Gotit:]
Yeah, the bottom of that Draco, that's a red dot
Yeah, we calling D1 hoes from being 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
Pulling up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo, Benzo
Kick in the door to the spot, and we heading out the backdoor (Let's go)
Didn't have to beat the pot, said some words and got my racks up
Talking 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 riding with my mama, banana sticks, got ammo
Got on hightop Versace, I'm rocking that shit with Gucci pajamas
Call my weed a brick 'cause niggas smoking 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

[Lil Keed:]
Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes lining 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
Coming through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drumming like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that tripping, I'll pass it out
Call Collin Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't tripping, pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots