Pass It (Updated) lyrics
by Playboi Carti
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', b*tch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that sh*t, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
n*gga be wantin' that war sh*t 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got the AKs, I got the sticks, yeah, automatic
We spin like Beyblades, do that sh*t that's not platinum (Okay)
I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)
I'ma let the b*tch have it (Yeah), pull up in traffic (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', b*tch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that sh*t, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
n*gga be wantin' that war sh*t 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I get so ratchet (Get lit, blatt), I'm geeked like a lady (Blatt, blatt)
She ain't used to my lingo (Yeah, yеah), I'ma make the b*tch bag it (Make the b*tch, yеah)
Two cup like styrofoam (Two, yeah), my b*tch is magic
Lamb' truck, I crash it (Yeah, crash, crash), I was too busy blastin'
I was too busy havin' (Yeah), count it up, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it (Blatt, blatt, blatt), CDG, I have it (Yeah, blatt, blatt)
Seen the b*tch and I grabbed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he wants the status
I got a bad b*tch, honey bun in my mattress (Okay)
Have you cuffed you a bachelor? (Yeah) Went shoppin' in [?]
Got home at sixty (Yeah) in an all-white Aston (Okay)
How you feel about Iggy? (Okay) I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich-ass bast*rd (Yeah, yeah), get hit, then we passin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', b*tch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that sh*t, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
n*gga be wantin' that war sh*t 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
[Verse 3: 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'm rich-ass bast*rd (Ah), with all my slattists (Ah)
Pay a b*tch back to the ropes like she Trish Status (Woo)
I had a b*tch sittin' on my di*k like that sh*t was a chair (Yeah)
n*gga said that they pour that lean but just sold out LeClair
Me and Carti, we up in the party, we lit just like a flare
Ooh, that's your new boo (Huh?)
Ooh, no, she not new (Huh)
We know the opps ain't gon' shoot (Hey)
16*29 be the crew (Huh)
Double O, 16 coupes (29, yeah)
Money, that be the root (Hah)
She suck my, huh? Got on her, what? That sh*t done got on her boobs
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', b*tch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that sh*t, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
n*gga be wantin' that war sh*t 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)