Pass It

[Intro] (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) [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', bitch I got all these rounds (Okay) I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck Niggas be wantin' that war shit ‘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 shit, that's no cappin' (Okay, yeah) I'm really on this fashion, my Glocks matchin' (Okay, okay) I'ma let the bitch have it, pull up in traffic (Yeah) I get so ratchet, I'm geeked like a lady (Yeah, yeah) She ain't used to my lingo, I'ma make the bitch bag it Two cup my styrofoam, my bitch 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, yеah) Seen the bitch and I grabbed it, he wants thе static I got a bad bitch, honey bun in my mattress (Yeah) Have you cuffed, you're a bachelor, went shoppin' at Bachelor Got Hermès seats, yeah, in a all white Aston (Yeah) How you feelin' bout me? I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt) I'm a rich ass bastard, get hit then we pass it [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Don't gotta ask Nick, got my cannon (Yeah) Cougar with me, that Mariah Carey bad, bad, bad (Bad, bad, bad) I just put a pint in the seat of a cannon (In a cannon) Aventador, that's a Lamb', Lamb' (Lamb') Fuck yo' bitch like wham-bam (Woah) Chanel beads out of fuckin' clam (Yeah) Number (N)ine on my fuckin' pants (Yeah) I could teach you how to money dance (What?) Boy stop flexin' with them twenties, man (Ayy) On some other shit, you don't understand (Ayy) If you payin' up, gotta front my mans (Ayy) I am from the 1600 clan Man, we saw a opp, he did the runnin' man (Yeah) Snipe that boy face, turn him to Joker (Joker) Pull out that Plain Jane, got my choker (My choker) This not the same ring, it got boulders (It got boulders) Fuck nigga get buried, uh, life can get scary (Life can get scary) [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', bitch I got all these rounds (Okay) I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck Niggas be wantin' that war shit ‘til you pull up like a bat