[intro - spoken] Pass it real low [Verse 1 – Chill Rap] I’m riding real slow, my boy kicked back, Smoke in my lungs, low bump in the track. Flick of the flame puts a glow in the ride, Take a long pull, then send it his side. Cherry burning red underneath the dash, Ash by the shifter and the town sliding past. That loud-ass gas sunk deep in the cloth, Windows cracked open, but it ain’t wearing off. Eyes hanging low, but we’re feeling all right, Everybody’s out underneath the streetlights. He’s talking his shit, and I’m talking mine, Both cracking up while we’re killing some time. One eye on the road, one watching for twelve, Pass it real low, keep the smoke to ourselves. We ain’t out for trouble, got nothing to prove— Just high in the ride with a hell of a mood. [Chorus] Pass it real low when twelve hits the block, Hit it two times, then you slide it across. Sweet smoke rolling while we roll through the town, Windows cracked open, but the loud sticks around. Pass it real low, let the whole thing burn, Take one more pull when it comes your turn. We ain’t looking for trouble, we’re just out having fun— Getting high in the car while the night stays young. [Verse 2 – Chill Rap] Smoke near the roof making clouds in the cab, Cold drink ready when the cottonmouth grabs. Lighter in the cupholder, bud in the pack, I’m rolling another while he chiefs on the last. Good shit burning with a sweet, terpy taste, Draw it in slow, hold it there, let it bake. Slow breath out and it fills up the space, Neon bleeding through the smoke and the haze. Red light shining, got us sitting on pause, A crowd spilling out from the neighborhood bar. A couple women smile from the passenger side, He smiles right back ’cause they’re feeling the vibe. Nobody’s chasing; we’re keeping it cool, If the vibe comes back, maybe somebody moves. No love on the mind, no promises made— If they’re game for one night, we can play it that way. [Chorus] Pass it real low when twelve hits the block, Hit it two times, then you slide it across. Sweet smoke rolling while we roll through the town, Windows cracked open, but the loud sticks around. Pass it real low, let the whole thing burn, Take one more pull when it comes your turn. We ain’t looking for trouble, we’re just out having fun— Getting high in the car while the night stays young. [Verse 3 – Chill Rap] Neon gets blurry through smoke on the glass, Whole scene glowing everywhere that we pass. He keeps talking big like his game’s number one, I’m like, “Bro, stop lying—you ain’t fooling anyone.” Music stays low underneath all the jokes, Beat in the doors while we’re choking on smoke. Every dumb thought feels a hundred feet deep, Then it slips right away in the middle of speech. Headlights appear in the rearview mirror, We both take a glance when the car creeps nearer. No flashing blue, so we fall right back, Puffing and passing while we ride through the black. Smoke on our shirts, loud all in our hair, That sticky-ass scent getting into the air. Still sliding through town with the night feeling young— High in the ride and we’re having some fun. [Bridge – Melodic Rap] Smoke in the lights, lights in the smoke, Pass it real low, take another slow toke. Eyes on the road, ain’t tripping at all, Maybe somebody vibes, maybe nobody calls. Smoke in the lights, lights in the smoke, Can’t stop laughing at another dumb joke. No heavy plans while the night stays young— We’re high in the car and we’re having some fun. [Final Chorus] Pass it real low when twelve hits the block, Hit it two times, then you slide it across. Sweet smoke rolling while we roll through the town, Windows cracked open, but the loud sticks around. Pass it real low, let the whole thing burn, Take one more pull when it comes your turn. We ain’t looking for trouble, we’re just out having fun— Getting high in the car while the night stays young. [Outro – Sung] Pass it real low, let the good smoke roll, Sliding through the town with nowhere to go. Pass it real low while the night stays young, High in the ride and we’re having some fun.
