Pass It (Original Version) Lil Uzi Vert (Ft. Playboi Carti)

[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 fashon, 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 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 bastard, get hit then we pass it