lirik lagu abs-trap (lil fefe) - passed out
[hook]
smokin’ with your b-tch, then i p-ssed out (ooh, yah)
smokin’ with my clique, then i p-ssed out (ooh, yah)
walking on the plane, gave us pat-downs (ay, yah)
y’all could turn a yacht to a raft now (ay, yah)
(oh!)
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 (yah!)
[verse 1]
smokin’ with yo b-tch, 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 p-ssin’ by the popo smokin’ sh-t that get us lit
we smokin’ on the finest, think my car just caught on fire (yah!)
smoke start risin’, we gon’ fly a little higher (oh!)
i been countin’ up that green, i think it must have gone expired
i was writin’ down her number, writers thought i was inspired
red, white and blue with the stripes like america (yah!)
i’m from the east, in the middle like it’s syria (yah!)
chopper chop a pretty picture, it’s a f-ckin’ mural
i been mixin’ pack of xannies with my lean (cereal)
[hook]
smokin’ with yo b-tch, then i p-ssed out (ay, yah!)
choppa on your clique, baby p-ssed out (ooh, yah)
walkin’ 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’ma turn the london to a crack-house (oh!)
turn a silver rari to a black hound (oh!)
comin’ at my crew, ain’t gon’ back down
[verse 2]
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 eatin’ pellets, i ain’t talkin’ pac-man
ghost on the wraith and my safe is stayin’ packed in
they trynna to take my cash red-handed (put it back in!) (ay! ay!)
when they saw that cracker they was crackin’ off the back fence (oh!)
we was out on freeway, told her watch out for -ss-ssins
i got it boy, closed
whip it up, we do the most
wearin’ 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
[hook]
smokin’ with your b-tch, then i p-ssed out (ooh, yah)
smokin’ with my clique, then i p-ssed out (ugh)
walking on the plane, gave us pat-downs (ay, yah)
y’all could turn a yacht to a raft now (ay, yah)
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!)
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