Pass Her To The Homie lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
Dolla $ign
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I'm a beast, I'm a dawg
If you're a Pushaz Ink b*tch, I'm a boss
I raise my middle finger up to the low
Got your main b*tch along my boast
Lable game hoe, we been all around the world f*ckin' b*tches
Every pass 'em hoes right to my Cali's swag n*ggas
Ever ask a question, b*tch, stole in the path, n*gga
Never call me Hollywood, call me Westside n*gga
Dolla $ign, you know I got hoes on my di*k
In this one it's twenty racks and show a little bit
I got Mustard on the beat, yeah we got another one
And I mess my all money, so about another girl
I ain't got a body call but I got a double M
n*ggas, BTB when I pull a gun on him
It was me and TC and my n*gga Yung and him
Taking n*ggas, b*tches like we pull to f*ck and gonnin 'em, Dolla

[Chorus: Yung & Ty Dolla $ign]
Aye girl, don't act like you don't know me
I'm in this b*tch and I came with the brodies
Oh, that's your man that you would to tell me
So when I hit, I'ma pass her to the homies
I'ma pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Woah, yeah
[Verse 2: Yung]
Aye b*tch, let a n*gga come through
Drag me, see the sun I go run to
I'm with the homie, so you know that I gotta come soon
I know you with it, so don't tell me what you want do
So rag boy, got a lame n*gga goin' out
I probably to come, so these low hoes choose out
Your n*gga's lame, so you know you better choose us
Fast lane like you're just my [?]
TY Dolla, tell these hoes to holla it
If they ain't tryna f*ck in this sh*t they even ballin'
New shoes Prada, sick no jock in
And now too high [?], she been movin' with her walker
Said she's with the big, so I make the girl show me
Then I pass her to the homie like some OE
My name Yung, girl, don't act like you don't know me
I beat to meet off the pus*y leave it brawl in, aye

[Chorus: Yung & Ty Dolla $ign]
Aye girl, don't act like you don't know me
I'm in this b*tch and I came with the brodies
Oh, that's your man that you would to tell me
So when I hit, I'ma pass her to the homies
I'ma pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Woah, yeah
[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
Haa, I'm Coby with the sister and I be all on that b*tch and you don't love 'em, just two minutes
I just be f*cking, why you sick?
She be trash, such you pick
And when we've talking 'bout that b*tch and you've been talking 'bout my di*k, get it?
Beat it, lights green grid it
Read about your school but a [?] b*tches need it
Tongue on her pus*y, I didn't even have to eat it
I just pull out my p*nis and let her grab, I seen her
Haa, I've been sl*tin' with the sl*ts
Cuffin' on that b*tch
What the hell, is you nuts?
I met her in the room, she was straight from my nuts
I never a man's trash, this your luck
I remember I won't call that b*tch, go off [?]
Meels, hit it once so you know the pus*y's ready
Hit it all night, man the hill it was [?]
Passed her all around not the Cucci like Jelly, haha

[Chorus: Yung & Ty Dolla $ign]
Aye girl, don't act like you don't know me
I'm in this b*tch and I came with the brodies
Oh, that's your man that you would to tell me
So when I hit, I'ma pass her to the homies
I'ma pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Pass her to the homie
Woah, yeah