Pass It Out Lil Keed (Ft. Lil Gotit)

[Intro: Lil Keed]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Hundred shots at his crew, that's a flatline
Yeah, these hoes linin' up just like a hairline
Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time
Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
Comin' through the back of the club, I'm not in line
And this chopper drummin' like it's Drumline
Catch you down bad and your allies
I'll pass it out
Girl, stop all that trippin', I'll pass it out
Call Conely Road Deebo, he got bags out
Hope you ain't trippin', pull these bands out
Out that Draco, it's a lot of shots

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Yeah, we creepin' with your main ho
Fuck 12, not pullin' over, not the Rover
Balenciaga drip, yeah, the pullover
Money, keep it on me like a damn Trojan
Stuff it in my pants, can't even walk, ho
Stuff it in my pants, I'm 'bout to fall over
Yeah, these diamonds on me and they all chokers
Diamonds real wet just like a Super Soaker (Yeah)
Let's chop this shit down like a lawnmower (Yeah)
When that chopper spit, it's like a flamethrower (Yeah)
Baguettes on me now whiter than baking soda (Yeah)
I got a pink slip, you ain't got a fucking toy
Shout out Juan, if he havin' Runtz, he havin' the real odor
Mixed with the Baccarat squirts, homie
Had to Numba Nine your own mans on you
Yeah, yeah