Pass Dat, Roll Up
Genre: Bouncy Atlanta Trap Vibe: Laid-back, playful, streetwise with comedic edge BPM: 140-150 (smooth but energetic) Instrumentation: Drums: Punchy 808s, crisp snares, skittering hi-hat rolls Bass: Deep, wavy sub-bass with occasional slides Melody: Minimal eerie synth loop or chopped soul sample (like Zaytoven-style keys) FX: Vinyl scratches, occasional airhorn/reverse hits for ad-libs Vocal Style: Hook: Chant-like, repetitive, ad-libs (uh huh, yeah, ayy) in gaps Verses: Conversational flow (Verse 1 smooth, Verse 2 faster) Bridge: Half-sung, melodic, autotune-light Slurred delivery with southern drawl
Pass Dat, Roll Up
Genre: Bouncy Atlanta Trap Vibe: Laid-back, playful, streetwise with comedic edge BPM: 140-150 (smooth but energetic) Instrumentation: Drums: Punchy 808s, crisp snares, skittering hi-hat rolls Bass: Deep, wavy sub-bass with occasional slides Melody: Minimal eerie synth loop or chopped soul sample (like Zaytoven-style keys) FX: Vinyl scratches, occasional airhorn/reverse hits for ad-libs Vocal Style: Hook: Chant-like, repetitive, ad-libs (uh huh, yeah, ayy) in gaps Verses: Conversational flow (Verse 1 smooth, Verse 2 faster) Bridge: Half-sung, melodic, autotune-light Slurred delivery with southern drawl
Lyrics
hook
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (uh huh)
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (uh huh)
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (uh huh)
man we blowin' up da whip, ion care if it fold up
verse 1
aye, i told shawty “swing thru,” she say she brung two cousins
pulled up Texaco off Cleveland, errybody in somethin’
bruh in Charger, loud pipes, windows down, bass bumpin’ (hold up..)
gas real smooth, got the whole ride bubblin’
tryna cop from da dude off Glenwood by da chicken spot
he said he got Za lookin' pink, called it “apple pop”
we park crooked, see a cutlass full of skinny thots
folks wildin’ on da curb like it’s first of da month
fumblin’ round, countin’ twenties wit’ da lickin’ thumb
drop one bill, wind take it, da paper run
look..i’m chasin’ in slides, steppin’ weird, damn my ankle numb
shawty recordin’ on her phone like it’s Worldstar drop
hook
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (yeah, ayy)
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (yeah, ayy)
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (yeah, ayy)
man we blowin' up da whip, ion care if it fold up
bridge
rollin’ up in da parkin lot, we ain’t leavin’ yet
ATL got err street hot, err block set
eyes low, tryna match vibes, ion need no brag
hit da blunt, pass left, errbody up next
verse 2
shawty grabbin’ da blunt, talkin’ crazy, she from Summerhill
say her plug fake, told her it’s "exotic", it was basic field
errbody roastin’, folk wheezin’, da energy ill
passin’ out some gas, shit hit like a fire drill
heard da boys by Gresham gettin’ booked for some petty thang
one wrong turn, blue lights flash, errbody slang
duck behind Texaco lot, breeze blowin' that purple flame
car won’t start, da key stuck, bruh tryna turn, it sang
shawty yellin’ out da window “we on top!”
this whole ride turn sitcom, like a skit on Boondock
high as hell, end up hungry, stop for wings at JR Crickets spot
somehow still laughin’ over gas dat wasn’t worth da guap
hook
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (ayy ayy)
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (ayy ayy)
gas bag, roll up, pass dat, roll up (ayy ayy)
man we blowin' up da whip, ion care if it fold up
bridge
rollin’ up in da parkin lot, we ain’t leavin’ yet
ATL got err street hot, err block set
eyes low, tryna match vibes, ion need no brag
hit da blunt, pass left, errbody up next
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