Pass It Out (feat. Lil Gotit) - Lil Keed

(1209, please) Yeah Got hood baby with me, yeah Real hood baby, yeah (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga) Woo, hey, hey Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you Them bricks in the mitres, them birds in the attic Don't fuck with no pigs, no mice, and no rabbits I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on the baddies My top isn't red, drink pink in the bed, and All of my shooters, they action, no Jake's My ho, she cheatin' on me but I can care less 'Cause I'm cheatin' all out in Cali' My ho out in Cali', her hair match the palettes I'm chillin' with her friends, I'm living real Slatty These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke We treat it like pinstripes, we go laser-taggin' I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed It filled with some loads, get trapped by some cadies No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls Royce spider We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I'm sayin' is Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you Too slimy, we play with your mental Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender Slept on the jet, me and turnin' that Bentley Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin' With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be deadly Equipped with them blickys, young trap boys, we ready Equipped with this money and came with the dead Off a perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated Straight out the hood, they killin' and beggin' Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it Track Hawk, no HEMI, I really be gettin' it Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy That bitch ain't expensive Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute (you the ones trippin', that ho for the gang) 'Cause all I do is handle business (don't let that bitch trick you) In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you (1209, please) (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)

Know we gon' stay silent T-Bag, what's poppin', mane (I'm working on dying) Throw her up On YSL (Yeah, I'm bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood) I'm San Andreas thuggin' (San Andreas thuggin') Rockin' Gucci buckets (ayy) Same color as a chocolate chip muffin (chip muffin) I'm San Andreas thuggin' (San Andreas thuggin', ayy) Big guns, big whips, big money I'm San Andreas thuggin' (San Andreas thuggin, ayy) Big tips on bad bitch, yeah, I'm San Andreas thuggin' (San Andreas thuggin', ayy) Watch out, the tip of my widebody, yeah, it's a Hellcat, yeah, panoramic (ayy) Break it right down like a school with the money, I'm going ahead and diagram it (ayy) Nah, I want no yellow hats, but I keep me a tool like I'm fucking Manny (ayy) My momma said, yeah, I'm loving naughty hoes, I'm acting too menace (ayy) Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Thirteen shots fired, hit me lil' nigga, you ain't really putting shit back (you a ho) Stepping on these niggas, yeah, I treat this shit like Waka Flocka flow, man (stepping on) GTA thuggin', might go head a jet, went and popped a nigga Cadillac (popped a nigga Cadillac, GTA) Racks in the loot bag on the backseat, lil' nigga, go ahead and grab that (that's a hunnid) Snatch off in a Redeye, bet your lil' nigga won't try to chase that (skrrt, chase that) Shooters in a Demon right behind me, got out, if a nigga think, don't try it again (frrt, frrt) Niggas be talking real big boy shit, no, they ain't really playing with F&Ns (you ain't no big dawg) Big counter spent, lil' nigga, lil' bro saying Stickbaby, just chill (bitch, just chill) I'm San Andreas thuggin' (woo, San Andreas thuggin') Rockin' Gucci bucket (ayy) Same color as a chocolate chip muffin I'm San Andreas thuggin' (ayy) Big guns, big whips, big money I'm San Andreas thuggin' (San Andreas thuggin, ayy) Big tips on bad bitch, yeah I'm San Andreas thuggin' (San Andreas thuggin', ayy) Watch out, the tip of my widebody, yeah, it's a Hellcat, yeah, panoramic (ayy) Break it right down like a school with the money, I'm going ahead and diagram it (ayy) Nah, I want no yellow hats, but I keep me a tool like I'm fucking Manny (ayy) My momma said, yeah, I'm loving naughty hoes, I'm acting too menace (ayy) Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back At a kickback with Draco shots At a kickback with .80s on rounds (rrrah) At a kickback smoking out the pound At a kickback way outta town I been fucking grown hoes since a child (hot shell) Yeah, this stick foldable like uh (burrr) This Cayenne putting dick on a slut (this Cayenne) Wipe your nose you can't get in it blood (oh) Yeah, they switch on the back for their toughness (slide) Sound like, "grr" when that get to busting (slide) I got Pope on my chain, I can't tuck it (pope) You get flights out the town, if I'm fuckin' Got on Gucci high socks and I'm thuggin' (Gucci high socks) From Atlanta, my Phantom be muddy (I'm from Atlanta) Want a threesome, she bringing her buddy (buddy) Ain't no speaking no business and we shush him (oh) At a kick back, this shit could get ugly Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back Draco shots at a kick back

Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whipper Pyrex Ayy, Pyrex, uh, cook up Yeah, uh, this shit finna be hard as fuck, slime No cap, fuck you thought it went? Ooh, stop trippin', goddamn Racks on me, shit, these pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah) Got racks on me (racks), but pussy niggas tryna envy me (brr) I'm at the tip-top, these niggas can't get to me (I'm at the tip) Got Gucci flip-flops with fur, yeah, all the way in (woo, woo) Racks control my life like Sims now, I used to wear Timberlands (racks) They say, "Hood Baby, you a Crip", nah, these pockets on Benjamins (uh) Ah, yeah, I'm havin' Percocets, it got me divin' all the way in (Percocets) I ain't goin' back and forth, your pockets on lint These niggas ain't playin', they'll do it to the pen Fuck that ho so good, she had to repent (uh) Gotit up all of a sudden, didn't need no hands (Gotit up) In the hood with a Glizzy right on my ten Big shark in the tank, yeah, feel my fins (woo) I can get the Glock and squeeze it like a lemon, oh (let's go) I take his top and twist it red just like it's Trippie, huh (woo, woo, woo) I used to window-shop but guess what I be spendin' now (I'm spendin') Yeah, we send his locay, that what we had spinned around (go) His bitch actin' bougie, that why I had put her down (let's go) Yeah, it's time to go and show her, hold on, look around (hold on, woo) Yeah, bitch, show some (uh), thick lil' shit, gon' throw some (racks) Her pussy so wet, no odor (know it), new freezer, hell nah, new frozen (shine) Big snake in the grass, no vulture (big slime) Big body gon' shoot, no knows us (big body) I'm the man (with the plan), and I do them Xans (let's go) Racks on me, shit, these pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah) Got racks on me (racks), but pussy niggas tryna envy me (brr) I'm at the tip-top, these niggas can't get to me (I'm at the tip) Got Gucci flip-flops with fur, yeah, all the way in (woo, woo) Racks control my life like Sims now, I used to wear Timberlands (racks) They say, "Hood Baby, you a Crip", nah, these pockets on Benjamins (uh) Ah, yeah, I'm havin' Percocets, it got me divin' all the way in (Percocets) I ain't goin' back and forth, your pockets on lint These niggas ain't playin', they'll do it to the pen (talk to 'em) Why you ain't paid your dues? Always on Instagram talkin' 'bout moves (woo) Yeah, this a two-door too (what), but we got different goons (grr) Got the same food (woo), but I got a different groove (let's go) These not the same shoes (uh), my Gucci got the swoosh (Gotit, Gotit) Yeah, these bitches try to catch on to us, slidin' on blocks like it got lube (skrrt) I keep vibes up in the loop, I told her how the bitch gon' sit on boo And them facts, yeah (shh), you knew that (don't do that) I was goin' through that, no, we got racks (talk to 'em) Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, I'm gettin' so high (woo) Nah, nah, nah, nah, pass this drip down to your crowd I taught you what should be, my child, you ain't gettin' tough, you just gettin' loud (let's go) Stay in lil' boy's place, stay out my mouth I'm gettin' cash now, took a different route (woo, skrrt) Racks on me, shit, these pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Got racks on me (racks), but pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah, yeah, yeah, brr) I'm at the tip-top, these niggas can't get to me (Gotit, I'm at the tip) Got Gucci flip-flops with fur, yeah, all the way in (woo, woo) Racks control my life like Sims now, I used to wear Timberlands (racks, me in LA) They say, "Hood Baby, you a Crip", nah (Rollie wet), these pockets on Benjamins (yeah, they came in) Ah, yeah, I'm havin' Percocets (woo), it got me divin' all the way in (Percocets) I ain't goin' back and forth, your pockets on lint These niggas ain't playin', they'll do it to the pen

Big boy slimes Bitch, I'm big Slatt, big boy slimes Yeah, all black suit, this drippin' Saint Laurent (Laurent) Yeah, Forgiato, suicide doors, we got 'em Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big, big), yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm big Step on the scene, stop wildin', yeah Fuck around me and Lil Gotit, yeah Brand new Audemar [?], yeah Brand new AP, no time wasted Shit don't phase me, I'm 'bout it, yeah (Bah-bah-bah) No Plain Jane, they ain't watchin', yeah They'll fuck around aim at your noggin Empty your pockets 'fore you get hit with the rocket Yeah, slatt Gotit (Wah-wah-wah, ba-da-da, yeah, yeah, yeah) Take 12 on a chase, yeah, I'm gone (Wah-wah-wah, yeah) In L.A. smoking dank, yeah, it's somethin' like kush (That dope) Ain't [?] pussy, baby, I don't want [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Souped-up Porsche then take it on days (Slatt), yeah, one on one (One on one) Baby girl got cream, Come and kiss my ring (Let's go), yeah, I got a ton (Racks) Ran shit up now I'm livin' my dreams, Yeah, I'm havin' some (Wah-wah-wah) You a broke ass nigga, Ain't nothin' like me, yeah, you a lil' boy (You sad, yeah) Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big), yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big, wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah), yeah, yeah Like it ratchet, I see ass up at Magic (Turn up) Feel so up now she act classy (Talk to 'em) Ain't burnin' myself, I live [?] Bitch, go on the curb (Curb) You belong to the trash Still can't think how the fuck I made it You poppin' on the real now you heard [?] (Like I'm paid, yeah, yeah) Look, I just checked out the Westend, Westend (Damn) Gotta fly out to the next event (Goddamn) Sit back, count my bless, my bless (On God) All this money, it's a blessin', yeah (All this money) Can't fuck with no broke nigga (Can't fuck, no) Nigga make me sad, get that nigga a tissue (Achoo) Hatin' ass niggas, can't bless you, bless you Fuck nigga ain't get the message Lil' shit (Damn, goddamn, bow) Hate when a nigga so extra, yeah Ask me shit like Alexa, yeah (Alexa) Stop askin' me all them questions, yeah No pressure, yeah, no cap Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big), yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big, wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah), yeah, yeah

Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Woo You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Shit, I just fucked this hoe, she couldn't even take it Now she blowin' up my phone, that hoe so crazy XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence They keep leashes on they bitch They know I sent that bitch some players Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yea, keep that shit) Everything Gucci, ya dig? (woo) She wanna Gucci her heels Yeah, she a modeling bitch Lean in baby bottle You thought we was some toddlers and shit I got some twos and fews Just for a swallowin' bitch I need to own the place (what?) 'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (weah) Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey Screamin' in that Lamb' with a chop, ayy-ayy Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (woo, woo) Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay (Woo) (Talk to 'em) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Yeah, Hood Baby Ain't fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat) Watch who you trust, man 'Cause these niggas got sticky fingers (let's go) Fucked that bitch, I'll never see a ring finger She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle Money in these pockets These pockets, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin Respect I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh yeah) I'm fly as fuck soarin' through it, I ain't talking no eagle (yeah) Catch a hoe and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers So much flaws, shit, help me, I can't even look at people Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I'm a whole cheater Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah) Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah) I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah) Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions And you better keep them racks or you ain't gon' see them people 'Round you (yeah) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy)