Passin' It Off ft. G Sheisty & Makeway Lyrics

We got the thirty we shootin' like Curry

We mixin' it up like a fucking McFlurry

Spin on yo block like a washing machine but we still do you dirty

Don't wanna rush but you in a hurry

That 45 give you a bald fade, James Murray

Glock 19 be leavin you blurry

Passin' it off to my boy and he making you scurry

Huh, I'm finna crashout

Pull up on me and I'm bringing the mac out

Bitch in my bed and I'm making her tap out

Going all night I'm bringin' the smackdown

Lower your tone, boy you need to backdown

Spin yo block that shit is a ghost town

Lookin for you, yeah we on a hunt now

Cash out on a m3

Pull up on these bitches now the clip is fucking empty, aye

Just kidding, I know that shit is a mag

Where the fuck yo pops, where the fuck is yo fuckin dad, aye, aye

When I pull just know that this shit is automatic

Geeked up on these percs all I see is fucking static, aye, yuh

Yeah, yo bitch on my dick like a magnet

She bought her a donut now she wanna stack it

Aye, come let me smack it

This shit ain't that funny but I'm finna drag it

I just went out and I bought me a jacket (Yeah, you knowing that we finna drag it)

We mixin' it up like a fucking McFlurry

Spin on yo block like a washing machine but we still do you dirty

Don't wanna rush but you in a hurry

That 45 give you a bald fade, James Murray

Glock 19 be leavin you blurry

Passin' it off to my boy and he making you scurry

You know we passin' off

We get to blastin' off

I'm gon' be riding the night, David Hasselhoff

I got potential to blow the fuck up but I still make yo bitch take her glasses off

I'm gonna run through the streets of Atlanta with bulletproof armor to show that I'm backin' off

I got the 30 in Charlotte I'm looking like Dell and I see yo boy he gon' be dashing off

Look at my dashboard

We breaking the limit so tell me what that for

Hot like a matchboard

We turn to machines like a motherfuckin' transformer

What you going back for

Did you forget something, do you got to hurry and

We got the thirty we shootin' like Curry

We mixin' it up like a fucking McFlurry

Spin on yo block like a washing machine but we still do you dirty

Don't wanna rush but you in a hurry

That 45 give you a bald fade, James Murray

Glock 19 be leavin you blurry

Passin' it off to my boy and he making you scurry

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