| I got 16 ounces, purple and yellow Tuss' |
| Add ice with it and mix it up in a cup |
| Add ya Jolly Ranchers to go-on spice it up |
| Wait a second, maybe a minute you might feel woozy |
| What you know about sippin' on purple and yellow tuss |
| Then add jolly ranchers to go-on spice it up |
| Now you leaning when you walk cause it’s filled up to your cup |
| Motivation skill low cause it got you fucked up |
| You niggaz really know nothin' bout that purple in my name |
| Fuck a baby barter, gimme a 20 oz I’m straight |
| I can’t get intoxicated, might fall flat on my face |
| Now I’m talkin' with a slur, so nan word you heard |
| I’m movin' in slow mo, about to fall on the flo |
| I need to get it together just to make it out the door |
| I’m full of this purple lean, I don’t need no mo |
| I’m higher than a mufucka, tell my guys let’s go |
| Now I’m scratchin' for a itch and itchin' for me a scratch |
| An' my eyes gettin' heavy, I’m havin' a lean attack |
| No time to up and panic, like Joe I lean back |
| So I get myself together and fire up a dro sack |
| Pop the seal on the bottle, I love when the sound crack |
| I got 16 ounces you know there’s no lookin' back |
| I advise you non-sippers to stick to your peeved paths |
| I’m the purple lean king, you’re better off with crack |
| I’m never catchin' a cold, then yerp, put it on hold |
| I got 16 ounces, purple and yellow gold |
| So I add ice with it and mix and let it get cold |
| Wait a second maybe a minute you might say Whoa |