Lyrics Pass the Controller (feat. Lil EK & Jamsta) - Jamsta , Nerdy KnowZ

Pull up to the light bro hold up
I think that′s the suckas nigga pass me the controller
I'll hit his gas tank and make′em blow up
His baby mama sick her nigga dead she bouta throw up
Boy you better watch what you throw up
I'll leave bullet holes in yo chest lookin like donuts
Run through yo pockets to get my dough up
Yo bitch wet as fuck I just made her just like four nuts
Fresh off the drank I just woke up outta coma
2.7 in my wood ima mf stoner
I don't fuck hella other ass niggas Ima loner
I was puttin on mask way before it was corona
I remember mama found my 38 up in the sofa
I was really pullin skits wit dat bitch gettin close up
Ok you gotta couple bodies nigga so what
You live by the gun then you gone die by it fasho thug
Hop out wit dat choppa have you runnin
That nigga did me wrong so I′m gone shoot him in his mf stomach
Chop hold a hunnid
Bullets keep mf coming beatin shit up sound like a mf drummin
I′m beatin the pussy got her screaming daddy I'm cummin
I just hit me a lick I got them pickles by the dozen
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds bitch I′m gettin Money
Them 50's them 20′s I stack em up they lookin lovely
Money in the bag yea I'm counting cash yea
I ain′t threw a tip but she shakin ass yea
What you tryna spend what you tryna grab yea
Got a hunnid blue pills lookin like some Advil
Baby I been checkin' this chicken fuck what you talkin
You ain't really bout no money I′m knowing you niggas jawsin′
Me & EK sick three for three you looking hella mad
I don't need no perky you get blitzed like I′m Warren Sapp
Pickle for pickle I'm stripping all you niggas bags
Mentally focused you running up I do a nigga bad
Funky like onions and rotten beef bout my lil check
Easily I′m knocking niggas over where you laying at
Like Chuck Norris dislocation if a nigga neck
Peepin' the scene I steamroll you like a kitchen chef
Baby you trippin I get this money it ain′t nothing left
When I take a step I got direction like a quarterback
What the fuck is that that lil hustle you been tryna stretch
I been takin' risk since like way back in '06
Jump in yo gate I cut the camera you ain′t know the face
Climb in yo tub I kept it quiet no you not awake
Creepin′ up smooth ain't no evidence first 48
Can′t even stop you from gettin' baked better get it straight
I′m on yo ass monkey suit this shit ain't a race
I′m that nigga all black ain't no bare face
They speaking on me like they know my ma life
Doing what the fuck I want is all I fucking like
I know how to talk and write that's why I′m always right
Bitch I do what I do cause I want to
No boo punk rock bitch I don′t want you (Duhhh)
I be spittin' logic into pro tools
Superman be recording in the phone booth
My Life is the secret so I gotta keep it
If you wanna know me you better know Jesus
Trust every move I make gotta fucking reason
You think my life is a lie I made you believe it
I′ve done done a lot Ah shit that I don't speak on
Why you call if you ain′t on what I be on
Punk Rock bitch I been making cash
Get it out the bitch ass then go and hit the lab