playboi carti - pass it (original)* lyrics
[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 tec, pull it out on his neck (slatt, slatt)
n+ggas 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 tec, pull it out on his neck (slatt, slatt)
n+ggas 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, yeah)
i’ma make this b+tch bag it (make the b+tch, yeah)
two cup, my 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)
she wants the status
i got a bad b+tch
honey bun in my mattress (okay)
have you cuffed, you’re a bachelor (yeah)
went shoppin’ in badgley’s
got home at sixty (yeah)
in an all+white aston (okay)
how you feel about this heat? (okay)
i don’t know why i’m askin’ (slatt)
i’m a rich+ass b+st+rd (yeah, yeah)
get hit, then we pass it (yeah)
[verse 3: lil uzi vert]
don’t gotta ask me if i’m okay, baby (yeah)
coolin’ with me never right there, that’s bad baby (that’s bad baby)
i could whip pot, hennessy, i’ma take your baby
all vetements on me, that’s a lot of money
f+ck your b+tch like [?]
chanel jeans, i don’t f+ckin’ play
number (n)ine on my f+ckin’ pants (yeah)
i could teach you how to money dance (what?)
boy, stop flexin’ with them 20s, man (yeah)
on some other sh+t, you don’t understand it (what?)
if you payin’ up, gotta find my [?] (hey)
i am from the 1600 clan, man, we so hot, we did the runnin’ back (yeah)
snipe that boy face, turn him to joker (joker)
pull up, plain jane, yeah, my choker (my choker)
this not same ring, it got boulders (it got boulders)
yeah, but it could get better, better (what?)
lots of it scary
[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 tec, pull it out on his neck (slatt, slatt)
n+ggas be wantin’ that war sh+t ’til you pull up like a bat (blatt, blatt)
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