ABS-Trap - Passed Out Lyrics

Smoking with your bitch, then I passed out (Ooh, yeah)
Smoking with my clique, then I passed out (Ooh, yeah)
Walking on the plane; gave us pat-downs (Ay, yeah)
Y'all could turn a yacht to a raft now (Ay, yeah)

I pick up my penny, put it back down (Gang)
You're just mad she caught you with your pants down
I smoke up a milli, earn it back now (Ay)
If you going at us we won't back down

Smoking with your bitch, I wake up suddenly I'm rich
Count the bands on my rollie while my rollie's on my wrist
I don't give a f*ck about 'em; when I'm with 'em they get hit
We passin' by the popo smoking shit that get us lit
We smoking on the finest, think my car just caught on fire
Smoke start rising, we gon' fly a little higher (Oh!)
I been counting up that green; I think it must have gone expired
I was writing down her number
Writers thought I was inspired
Red, white and blue with the stripes like America (Yeah)
I'm from the East, in the middle like it's Syria (Yeah)
Chopper chop a pretty picture; it's a f*ckin' mural
I been mixing packs of xannies with my lean (Cereal)

Smoking with your bitch, then I passed out (Ay, yeah)
Choppa on your clique, baby passed out (Ooh, yeah)
Walking on the plane; gave us pat-downs
Put that money by my ear
Issa rack crown (Ay)

I pick up my penny, put it back down
I'mma turn the London to a crack-house
Turn a silver Rari to a black hound
Coming at my crew; ain't gon' back down

I'm ******* on your wifey
She don't like me; I'm a bad man (Oh!)
Pull up Gucci cape draped on me call me Batman (Oh!)
When I bring that choppa it's gon' make your squad tap dance (Oh!)
We gon' have 'em eating pellots I ain't talking Pac-Man
Ghost on the Wraith and my safe is staying packed in
They tried to take my cash red-handed (Put it back in!)
When they saw that cracker they was crackin' off the back fence (Oh!)
We was out on freeway told 'em watch out for assassins
I got it boy; closed
Whip it up, we do the most
Wearing all designer clothes
Told her that's just how we cope (Uh-oh)
And we came up out the bottom, it was bottom of the ditch
Now we got that Louis bag and issa band around my wrist

Smoking with your bitch, then I passed out (Ooh, yeah)
Smoking with my clique, then I passed out (Ugh)
Walking on the plane; gave us pat-downs (Ay, yeah)
Y'all could turn a yacht to a raft now (Ay, yeah)

I pick up my penny, put it back down
You're just mad she caught you with your pants down
I smoke up a milli, earn it back now (Ay)
If you going at us we won't back down (Yah!)