Pass Off Feat Ty Dolla Sign and Bluntsmoker

You got wings
Dustn
Right

Call up an Uber, let's get out of this bitch
They like, "Man, you always steamin', bro, I'm tired of this shit"
Ain't no way on this green earth I could get high off this clip
You a fuckin' buddha head, you gon' die off this shit
That's a fuss answer, wrong drug, dummy, that's a dust answer
Gamers have an appetite, but it's forever fuck cancer
Double R, real varsity, with the Black Panther
Hater weed scientist actin' like his shit is that danker
Too much, thinkin' 'bout it too much, okay, Sanford
Pet peeve in that anger, lash out on poor strangers
Goddammit, another gone, she screamin', she probably hoarse
Ask her if I mix with horse, nigga left that pussy sore
Wrong turn, fuck around and catch a charley horse
Smoke it personal, she like, "It's 'bout time you cough"

Wake up, count my money (Money)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Now pass off)
Rollin' up the dank (Dank), pass it to the homie (To the homie)
Wake up, count my money (Money)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)
We don't love these hoes (These hoes)
, Pass 'em to the homie (Pass off)

Pass off (Pass off), ooh, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

This is for my G's and this is for my hustlers
This is for my hustlers stackin' they cheese
This is for my G's and this is for my hustlers
Speakin' of my hustlers, back to this weed
A nigga chiefin' that eighth grade high, cheesin'
Loadin' up my Snoop Dogg G-Pen
I hit the road and get stoned
I don't even have to roll to get stoned
Shit, Dice Clay with the chain smokin'
Pothead shit, got my chain smokin'
Bob Marley head, diamonds all up in the dreads
Aw, ain't that different? Bitch, please
You don't know the half, chicken
Plus a nigga wasted like a failed grand theft mission
So much chronic in my system
Pray to God I'm not a piss test victim
Uh, well, don't do crime, nigga
Too much bacon, stay off the swine, nigga, pass off

Wake up, count my money (Money)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)
Rollin' up the dank (Dank), pass it to the homie (To the homie)
Wake up, count my money (Money)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)
We don't love these hoes (These hoes)
, Pass 'em to the homie (Pass off)

You know your man Blunty got these niggas crunchy
Fresh pack of Palmers, roll me up a blunt, please
I'm a smoker, never sober
Hop out the drop (Skrrt), like, bitch, you know us
She wanna blow us, hopped on the tour bus
Met us in Cali, drove up to Boulder (Colorado)
Now we rollin' while she blowin'
I got the bitch open, but (Pass off)

Wake up, count my money (Money)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)
Rollin' up the dank (Dank), pass it to the homie (To the homie)
Wake up, count my money (Money)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties (Twenties)
We don't love these hoes (These hoes)
, Pass 'em to the homie (Pass off)

Pass off, ooh, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Pass off