Lil Keed, Lil Gotit - Pass It Out lyrics
Lil Gotit [Semaja Zair Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Keed, Lil Gotit - Pass It Out lyrics]
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' 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
Comin' through the back of the club
I'm not in line and this chopper drummin'
Like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin'
I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin'
Pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots
Yeah, we creepin' with your main ho
Fuck 12, not pullin' 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 havin' Runtz
He havin' 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 linin' 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
Comin' through the back of the club
I'm not in line and this chopper drummin'
Like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin'
I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin'
Pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots
Yeah, the bottom of that Draco
That's a red dot
Yeah, we callin' D1 hoes from
Bein' 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
Pullin' up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo
Benzo kick in the door to the spot
And we headin' out the backdoor (Let's go)
Didn't have to beat the pot
Said some words and got my racks up
Talkin' 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 ridin' with
My mama, banana sticks, got ammo
Got on hightop Versace
I'm rockin' that shit with Gucci pajamas
Call my weed a brick 'cause niggas
Smokin' on that dank dope
762 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
Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' 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
Comin' through the back of the club
I'm not in line and this chopper drummin'
Like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin'
I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin'
Pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' 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
Comin' through the back of the club
I'm not in line and this chopper drummin'
Like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin'
I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin'
Pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots
Yeah, we creepin' with your main ho
Fuck 12, not pullin' 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 havin' Runtz
He havin' 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 linin' 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
Comin' through the back of the club
I'm not in line and this chopper drummin'
Like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin'
I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin'
Pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots
Yeah, the bottom of that Draco
That's a red dot
Yeah, we callin' D1 hoes from
Bein' 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
Pullin' up in a B-E-N-Z-O, Benzo, Benzo
Benzo kick in the door to the spot
And we headin' out the backdoor (Let's go)
Didn't have to beat the pot
Said some words and got my racks up
Talkin' 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 ridin' with
My mama, banana sticks, got ammo
Got on hightop Versace
I'm rockin' that shit with Gucci pajamas
Call my weed a brick 'cause niggas
Smokin' on that dank dope
762 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
Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' 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
Comin' through the back of the club
I'm not in line and this chopper drummin'
Like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin'
I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin'
Pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots