Pass Out (feat. 21 Savage)

22 million dollars in cash left on the street
The boy who picked up the cash? Went on a mission
Buddah Bless this beat
It's the most money I've ever felt or touched
Buddah, Huncho, go!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

I brought my niggas to the bank and we cash out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (bitch)
(Whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir
(Whoo, whoo) yes, sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out
(Whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir
(Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir

Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

Yeah, whip it like I can't stand it
Pull up, park and do damage
Trap house to a mansion
I put that on my granny (grandma)
Let me see that light
[?] Nigga, eyes up here
Missed his head so I caught him in the ear
I should face tattoo a hundred tears
All these rappers want me to disappear
In the spotlight lookin' like deers
'Specially when we pull up pressin'
'Specially when we pull up flexin'
'Specially when we pull up checkin'
150 cash on a necklace (ice)
Young nigga scrapin' them extras (skrt)
Movin' them blocks, no Tetris
Rap 'em a lot like Texas

I brought my niggas to the bank and we cash out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (bitch)
(Whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir
(Whoo, whoo) yes, sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out
(Whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir
(Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir

Lil' mama fine as hell but she actin' sedated (stuck up)
I'm not Will Smith but I'm tryna get jiggy
I can show you how to make a band like Diddy
Get up out yo' feelings 'fore this choppa
Make you dance like Shiggy (21)
6 God just like Drizzy
Shoot you in the back like Ricky
Seats peanut butter like Jiffy
Y'all niggas rats like Mickey
Thick women only, I'm picky (on God)
Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy (on God)
Elliott the one did all my ice
But I'm not talkin' bout Missy (on God)
Pick your side (yeah)
One man army, don't need no side (yeah)
Rolls-Royce truck (straight up)
Your bitch gettin' down on her knees inside (on God)
Y'all gotta put shit together, 'cause your money short, nigga
Like Yeezy slides (broke ass)
The business truck came with them
I ain't even have to put no TV's inside

I brought my niggas to the bank and we cash out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (bitch)
(Whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir
(Whoo, whoo) yes, sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out
(Whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir
(Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo) yes, sir

Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

Only God I fear (God)
It's ten bricks in the Leer (bricks)
Draco came with a mirror (boo-boo-boo-boo)
To watch my back (uh, uh)
Heard it got whacked (uuh, huh)
The bando back (Uh)
Cookin' from scratch (Uh, whip)
Heard you the man now
You do the dirt with your hands, huh? (dirt)
Get it for a lil' bit of change, feel like you pickin' up cans now
Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin'
Fuck it, dead line
Took your bitch to the bank, now her head's mine
If I ever have kids, it hurt my bread line