We got the thirty we shootin' like Curry
We mixin' it up like a f*cking 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 f*cking empty, aye
Just kidding, I know that shit is a mag
Where the f*ck yo pops, where the f*ck is yo f*ckin dad, aye, aye
When I pull just know that this shit is automatic
Geeked up on these percs all I see is f*cking 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 f*cking 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*cking 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
Passin' It Off (feat. G Sheisty & Makeway) Video (MV)
Performed By: F Breezy
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Greyson McKelvey, Callen Reichart, Noah Fabrizio
F Breezy - Passin' It Off (feat. G Sheisty & Makeway) Lyrics
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We got the thirty we shootin' like Curry
We mixin' it up like a f*cking 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 f*cking empty, aye
Just kidding, I know that shit is a mag
Where the f*ck yo pops, where the f*ck is yo f*ckin dad, aye, aye
When I pull just know that this shit is automatic
Geeked up on these percs all I see is f*cking 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 f*cking 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*cking 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
We mixin' it up like a f*cking 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 f*cking empty, aye
Just kidding, I know that shit is a mag
Where the f*ck yo pops, where the f*ck is yo f*ckin dad, aye, aye
When I pull just know that this shit is automatic
Geeked up on these percs all I see is f*cking 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 f*cking 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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*cking 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
Writer: Greyson McKelvey, Callen Reichart, Noah Fabrizio
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid