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



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Writer(s): Tryce Taylor
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