Passed Out
Abs-Trap
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
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 fuckin' 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!)
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Passed Out Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 14 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/3745865/Abs-Trap/Passed+Out>.
Discuss the Passed Out Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
Accept answer
Offer Reward & Get Noticed
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In