Pass It lyrics

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right here
Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', b*tch I got all these rounds (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck
n*ggas be wantin' that war sh*t ‘til you pull up like a bat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got them AK's, I got them sticks, yeah, automatic (Wee)
We spin like Beyblades, doin' that sh*t, that's no cappin' (Okay, yeah)
I'm really on this fashion, my Glocks matchin' (Okay, okay)
I'ma let the b*tch have it, pull up in traffic (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right here
Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', b*tch I got all these rounds (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck
n*ggas be wantin' that war sh*t ‘til you pull up like a bat

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I get so ratchet, I'm geeked like a lady (Yeah, yeah)
She ain't used to my lingo, I'ma make the b*tch beg it
Two cup my styrofoam, my b*tch is magic (Yeah)
Lamb truck, I crashed it, I was too busy blastin' (Du, du, de)
I was too busy havin', count it up, I'ma have it (Too busy, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it, CDG I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seen the b*tch and I grabbed it, he wants the static
I got a bad b*tch, honey bun in my mattress (Yeah)
Have you cuffed, you're a bachelor, went shoppin' at Bachelor
Got Hermes seats, yeah, in a all white Aston (Yeah)
How you feelin' bout Iggy? I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich ass bast*rd, get hit then we pass it
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right here
Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', b*tch I got all these rounds (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck
n*ggas be wantin' that war sh*t ‘til you pull up like a bat

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I don’t know what the opps be thinkin’ but all my bloods right here
Stackin’ up to the top of the buildin’ ‘til the money fall down the stairs
n*gga said that he lookin’ for me, I’m lookin’ back just like, “Where?” (Where)
I’ma rich ass bast*rd with none of my status (Yeah, yeah)
Me and Carti, yeah, we up in the party, we lit just like a flare
Ooh, that’s yo’ new boo (Ha), ooh, no, she not new
We know the opps, they gon’ shoot, 16*29 be the crew
Double up, 16 coupés (29)
Money, that be the root (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right here
Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', b*tch I got all these rounds
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck
n*ggas be wantin' that war sh*t ‘til you pull up like a bat