Pass It (Updated)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right here (Slatt)

Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', bitch I got all these rounds (Slatt, okay)

I play with that TEC, pull out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)

Niggas be wantin' that war shit ‘til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

I got them AK's, I got them sticks, yeah, automatic

We spin like Beyblades, doin' that shit, that's no cappin' (Okay)

I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)

I'ma let the bitch 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 here (Slatt)

Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', bitch I got all these rounds (Slatt, okay)

I play with that TEC, pull out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)

Niggas be wantin' that war shit ‘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 bitch bag it (Make the bitch, yеah)

Two cup my styrofoam (Two, yeah), my bitch 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'm havin' (Yeah, blatt, blatt)

Seen the bitch and I grabbed it, (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he wants the status

I got a bad bitch, honey bun in my mattress (Okay)

Have you cuffed you a bachelor? (Yeah) Went shoppin' in Bachelor

Got Hermès seats, yeah (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 bastard (Yeah, yeah), get hit, then we pass it (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right here (Slatt)

Top floor, I'm on top of the buildin', bitch I got all these rounds (Slatt, okay)

I play with that TEC, pull out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)

Niggas be wantin' that war shit ‘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

Stack it up to the top of the buildin' 'til the money fall down the stairs

Nigga said that he lookin' for me, I'm lookin' back, just like, "Where?" (Where?)

I'm rich-ass bastard (Ah), with all my slattists (Ah)

Pay a bitch back to the ropes like she Trish Stratus (Woo)

I had a bitch sittin' on my dick like that shit was a chair (Yeah)

Niggas said that they pourin' up lean but just sold out LeClair

Me and Carti, yeah, 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 shit done got on her boob

[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

I play with that TEC, pull out on his neck

Niggas be wantin' that war shit ‘til you pull up like a—