PASS ARND (feat. FamousYlan)

The block is red-hot
Ain't no camera this a cannon giving headshots
I keep acne in my pocket aiming red dots
I swear to God I'll this shit up outta Leon
(Shit up out of Leon)
I'll diss to oblivion, I ain't see reason to deal with him
They talking shit, I hear gibberish
Stack up these presidents, girl imma leave y'a here
Take your luh shi pass it back like a frisbee disk
Yeah, I pass it back just like a frisbee
Slide up on my ex bitch, I already know she miss me
I ain't tryna argue with you bro don't even tempt me
Giving back to all my bros pray I don't go out like Nipsey
(Hold on)
Me and Pat on the track, drop the @, we gon catch a hat
Nah, if I miss the first time I call my dawg to double back
They still sleeping on a n***a, boost the bass, get em out they naps
They say a n***a falling off, I tell em check they facts
Nah, see too official I might pick it up and put it down
Michael Phelps in my money, swim around, you know I wouldn't drown
They say "FamousYlan, man I really love you, man I love your sound"
See bitch I wanted number 1 and now I'm inbound
(Hold on, hold on)
Aye, bad bitch, she gon suck me up just at the state fair
Bad bitch, nut up in her mouth I call it daycare
Private charge, ain't even nothing serious, trespassing, hoe I don't care
I can't argue with a hoe especially if I got more hair
This Pat and Ylan we the goat pair
Pass it back and take it for a walk we got the beat scared
Hey there, get up off my hip I keep the heat there
Shoutout Persecuted cuz I never thought I'd be here
Bitches shaking ass on me, shake it till you make it
Boutta call up FamousYlan, tell him "I wanna be famous"
Y'all just see me going up, they ain't heard about Tulane
Boutta walk up in the strip, imma make my money rain
Yuh, know y'all hear the 808's we be crashing shit
Hold on wait I'm bout to switch the flow I need some faster shit
Yeah I blow a bag on tryna dress a hoe, now she a fashion bitch
Yeah I really been the type to wet your hoe, I'm out here splashing shit
Yeah, you in the splash zone
That lil hoe a pass around and think we don't know
See me and Pat know we going number 1 up after this
Man I call the hoe G-way cuz he know he my bitch
I ain't do this on my own, TMG gon stack these chips, all I do is drop these hits
N***as going band for band, but all the hoes go pick for pick
N***a shoutout krashjit, it's amazing what these hoes do to hop on krash dick
Tell the truth you n***as fanned out, see FamousYlan I could really take your mans out
Thought I ain't know what I was doing had this planned out
I stack my own cheese, I would never take a handout
I could keep going but the beat already ran out



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Writer(s): Dylan Henry, Patrick Walsh
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