Passin' It Off (feat. G Sheisty & Makeway)

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 f*ck yo pops, where the f*ck 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 f*ck 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