Passed Around
Take yo shoes off up at the door
On bro
She wanna call up some friends
But they can't get my lo
I move so militant
It's confidential fasho
She got mileage but no accidents
Take the rubber off
Today the day
Ima pop a X
I'm working up a sweat
In the club I was sweating bullets
Bro pass me a napkin
Bitches drunk
And the pill just dunked
I cashed in for the basket
Ask around
Bitches get passed around
You ask her
Bet she silent
I mind my business
Back door get ridiculous
Put me in position
My hand was itching
I just cashed a check
Went and booked a session
Bitches nasty
You get mind control
She doing what she told
Bitches trolls
And they move in packs
You a hoe hanging with hoes
Watch the rear
Don't get caught slipping
Fry you like a chicken
Oh you glistening
Rob up in my city
Better keep a pistol
I like liquor
Fucking up my liver
Long Island a killer
Burnt my stomach
Had me feeling nauseous
Threw up in the toilet
Shorty sexy I was feeling decent
Pill it had me geeking
I do drugs
And I'm not ashamed
This life I took some loses
Took them often
Say I had to learn
Shit just been confirmed
Never been burnt
If you concerned
I don't want a turn
Today the day
Ima pop a X
I'm working up a sweat
In the club I was sweating bullets
Bro pass me a napkin
Bitches drunk
And the pill just dunked
I cashed in for the basket
Ask around
Bitches get passed around
You ask her
Bet she silent
Say you a thug niggas really lame
Disowned by yo gang
Got kilt
And they didn't claim
Say you the one blame
Shit ashamed
You take one of mine
I represent his name
Say it in vein
I'm popping out in veins
I'm riding til the grave
She drinking red rum
So I know she freaky
And her man a geechie
Went to jail
Checked in pc
Like why he tuck his tail
Niggas real
Quoute on quoute
My nigga I can't tell
I'm getting green
Shit the color kale
I'm finna sign a deal
Today the day
Ima pop a X
I'm working up a sweat
In the club I was sweating bullets
Bro pass me a napkin
Bitches drunk
And the pill just dunked
I cashed in for the basket
Ask around
Bitches get passed around
You ask her
Bet she silent
On bro
She wanna call up some friends
But they can't get my lo
I move so militant
It's confidential fasho
She got mileage but no accidents
Take the rubber off
Today the day
Ima pop a X
I'm working up a sweat
In the club I was sweating bullets
Bro pass me a napkin
Bitches drunk
And the pill just dunked
I cashed in for the basket
Ask around
Bitches get passed around
You ask her
Bet she silent
I mind my business
Back door get ridiculous
Put me in position
My hand was itching
I just cashed a check
Went and booked a session
Bitches nasty
You get mind control
She doing what she told
Bitches trolls
And they move in packs
You a hoe hanging with hoes
Watch the rear
Don't get caught slipping
Fry you like a chicken
Oh you glistening
Rob up in my city
Better keep a pistol
I like liquor
Fucking up my liver
Long Island a killer
Burnt my stomach
Had me feeling nauseous
Threw up in the toilet
Shorty sexy I was feeling decent
Pill it had me geeking
I do drugs
And I'm not ashamed
This life I took some loses
Took them often
Say I had to learn
Shit just been confirmed
Never been burnt
If you concerned
I don't want a turn
Today the day
Ima pop a X
I'm working up a sweat
In the club I was sweating bullets
Bro pass me a napkin
Bitches drunk
And the pill just dunked
I cashed in for the basket
Ask around
Bitches get passed around
You ask her
Bet she silent
Say you a thug niggas really lame
Disowned by yo gang
Got kilt
And they didn't claim
Say you the one blame
Shit ashamed
You take one of mine
I represent his name
Say it in vein
I'm popping out in veins
I'm riding til the grave
She drinking red rum
So I know she freaky
And her man a geechie
Went to jail
Checked in pc
Like why he tuck his tail
Niggas real
Quoute on quoute
My nigga I can't tell
I'm getting green
Shit the color kale
I'm finna sign a deal
Today the day
Ima pop a X
I'm working up a sweat
In the club I was sweating bullets
Bro pass me a napkin
Bitches drunk
And the pill just dunked
I cashed in for the basket
Ask around
Bitches get passed around
You ask her
Bet she silent
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Writer(s): Tryce Taylor
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