Pass the tuss

/Beat chorus

Grease my nine

Grease my tec

Grease my nine

Grease my tec

Purple lean and purple sack

🔄⬇️

 

spillin lean

on your bloc

Thats how i mark my territory

Still got my purple drank

Blood filled bottles

im pouring red 40

Spitting bullets out my mac-10

Subtract ten and pop a 30

 

Im off of that perc

Im off that tuss

See if i make shit up

yung macgyver in the truck

Cant say shit cause bitch im up

Never too high or high as fuck

Roxy in my jacket pocket

Pistol whip that nigga

Cause He tried to up his pocket rocket (yuh)

 

Shot his body

Go limp and drop

Yankee cap I blew his brim right off

Lost in the sauce

Bleed him out like pigs for slaughter

Fuck his daughter

Fuck his hoe

Puff puff pass

The train gone run up

 

Crack his hoe, crack his sister

Til i get a dick blister

No dont call me mister mister

You can call me dj kylla

Home wrecker

Pistol packing

Im that cracker that make shit happen

 

Jack yer rod

Jack ya hoe

Smoking dope and riding low

Smoke up like im afroman

Turn down like im afrojack

If you in my town

Bow down to your captain jack

Blast off like a jet pack

Trackhawk like a yellow jacket

Bitch im swerving, war ready

Cock my nine i handle dat

 

Grease my nine Grease my tec

Grease my nine Grease my tec

Purple lean and purple sack