Passed Lit (feat. Chefkarllo & Santos) Video (MV)

Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say we Passed Lit
Fantastic
The money Bag zip
You see me liftin'
Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say we Passed Lit
Fantastic
The money Bag zip
You see me liftin'
So dripped up
I'm swagged out
Passed lit
I'm maxed out
Use to f*ck wit that ace of spade but that jungle juice in my glass now
Mind blown Im blacked out
Rollin off of that pacqiou
Overgrind on overtime
Til my bankrolls on stackhouse
Hit the club shit packed out
All my niggaz brought straps out
All the hoes gon hit the pole cuz they know that reep brought stacks out
I don't wife I just lay the pipe
Yeh f*ckem hard and pull tracks out
Kicked the curb when I flipped the bird
Cuz they know that goal for my trap house
Like Damn
I be pulling strings voodoo
Bitches on the team might do you
Slide up on ya team like Zulu
All my cash beans like blues clues
Catch me on the screen like Hulu
Fluffy wit the green like poodles
I push it to the dash like zoom zoom
Gunna put a beam right through you
I don't see haters I'm straight to the paper
Im rollin up acres in backwoods and vapors
I need a million that's Stacks of the paper
Ain't bout a dollar get back to ya later
Run up on me and get clapped wit a laser
Ain't got a gun you get zapped wit a taser
I get the cash wake up
I keep a bag wit no make up
Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say we Passed Lit
Fantastic
The money Bag zip
You see me liftin'
Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say we Passed Lit
Fantastic
The money Bag zip
You see me liftin'
FLAME ON
I just Reed up had to call the plug
My phone poppin
What you thought it was
Copped off a nigga two times then we lined him up and took all the drugs
Out in Cali no 64s just foreigns racin up crenshaw
I rather that then be in the county niggaz askin me what im in for
I had boots from the thrift store now the wave god got that drip on
I hold the trey when I buss boy you gon f*ck around and get tipped
I tear you up for that paper in other words you get ripped on
We aint pushin no jaguar thats the type of shit that my bitch on
6'2 im built for the truck
White Denali thats the big jawn
They say it dont rain in southern california im the reason that it been pourin
Lil johnnie but im big storm
Pill cosby im the med bull
Thirty racks get bread bull
Trauma unit im the head bull
I been up for like 60 hours
Perc 30 and red bull
I aint never listen to my mom I guess she always had a earful
Shooters with me they gon blow that shit
F*ck you think them niggas hear for
Lil bro got a choppa on him
He get caught with that thats a fed jawn
Jonnie
Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say we Passed Lit
Fantastic
The money Bag zip
You see me liftin'
Mixin' Fashion like its a Passion
Think we just passed'em
Fantastic Fresh out the plastic
Still have to tax it
Pass it Just Keep the gas lit
They say we Passed Lit
Fantastic
The money Bag zip
You see me liftin'