Lyrics Pass It - JCO

Pass that shit around
I just rolled some loud
Asses gonna bounce
I'm so high, I'm in the clouds
Don't attract a crowd
Help me smoke this ounce
Pop off 40 rounds
I'm so high, ain't coming down
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass that shit around
Rolled an ounce of loud
I'm off 40 rounds
I'm so high, ain't coming down

Come and pass that shit around
I ain't finna put it down
Everybody want the crown
But imma get it for the town
Yeah, I been coming up
Fuck all the runners up
I been trippin, flippin out
Swear I just took like
The fattest of tokes
And inhaled all the smoke
Now the hit is in my mouth
Feeling that shit in my body
Head high, don't fuck with nobody
Bet I could run off the Cosby's
Reefer is preferred when puffing some toxins
Laughing but nothing is funny
Maybe I'm crazy, so sorry
What imma do with the money
Flip it real quick and go cop me a 'rari
Put that shit into overdrive
Sparking up and I'm so alive
Ain't no surprise that I smoke Good Times
Do you know the homie with the lowest eyes
I'm rolling over till we go to find
Another zipper if the flow is right
Homie quit it, just stop flowing lies
Man, I hit it 10 times and ain't close to high
Fuck an ego, I got glowing pride
Seventh gear, but I'm slowing time
I'm my boss, I don't owe a dime
So I'm coming in hot with the smokey vibes
Hit it, quit it, I might poke her dry
Chill with friends and watch the jokes align
Just to fuck with me, my hopes in mind
Till I touch down like a scoring drive

Pass that shit around
I just rolled some loud
Asses gonna bounce
I'm so high, I'm in the clouds
Don't attract a crowd
Help me smoke this ounce
Pop off 40 rounds
I'm so high, ain't coming down
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass that shit around
Rolled an ounce of loud
I'm off 40 rounds
I'm so high, ain't coming down

Pass it, pass it, pass it
Need smoke while on acid
I ain't stopping tracks
Until I made it fucking massive
I'm still smoking gas it's
Fire like some dragons
And imma puff the magic
Till these rappers lie in caskets
Now my chest is blackened
I'm fed up, I've had it
Smoked out like a shadow
Bump the brightness, I'm contrasting
This is bad, like actually
You just act so sadly
I hope I soon get casted
Then make some moves and move out to Cali
Cause mainstream moves fucking faster
Take a hint, the underground's a chapter
Taking shots and you ducking after
Gotta take a piss from the fucking laughter
It's our shit, what the fucks the matter
We burn a spliff to light another after
Roll up quick, Imma Dutch the Master
Then I'm taking hits until my lung collapsing
Imma smoke the pipe
Until I choke, alright
But I don't hope to die
I got some roller's rights
I finally wrote some lines
For what I hope suffices
I just put it into words
Then I vocalize
I was born mid-March
So I'm so a Pisces
I do not take
No rotation lightly
Got a hoe that likes me
Homie, go and try me
I'm addictive cause
I got a dope variety
So

Pass that shit around
I just rolled some loud
Asses gonna bounce
I'm so high, I'm in the clouds
Don't attract a crowd
Help me smoke this ounce
Pop off 40 rounds
I'm so high, ain't coming down
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass it
Pass that shit around
Rolled an ounce of loud
I'm off 40 rounds
I'm so high, ain't coming down