Lean On Celine Lyrics

I can't trust a bitch I know she want me, see it coming in

I been in my bag, these niggas hate, they see it coming in

(SwitchLanes)Alot of niggas broke and I can't fuck with them Got my scale dirty in that field making dividends

But when shit hit the fan, who can I lean on

I been dope running, sippin lean with some Celine on For all my niggas in that field, keep y'all cleats on

Catch a opp lackin pop em up, if he move wrong Gave yo ass my heart and you broke it now you irrelevant

Fuckin' with my guys when I could've gave you everything

But it's okay, cause I'm still dumping out the Ying line my heads up

knock em down got my stash up, regardless of the situation got that fye tucked

and we aint shooting up no cars

We finna walk up, chase a nigga down

and face shit for all that acting tough

you wasnt there ,when I was down, can't come around when I'm really up its too much shit up in this car, bro, watch them black trucks

Intoxicated, two different drugs, the lean got me stuck

This for my nigga, that boy gone and it had fucked me up

I'm coming for your head, you talking down, you niggas better duck

I got some shit up on my chest, I'm tryna get it off

I got a jack, bro got a jack, you know we get it off

I made a way for plenty niggas, they ain't try at all

Good numbers, and im dumping Za , you niggas smoking sauce

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Like, why the fuck you come around if you just tryna leave

I wanted love, but the love never wanted me

Got a fire batch, I want three yings, meet me on the East

I can't trust a bitch, I know she want me, see it coming in

I been in my bag, these niggas hate, they see it coming in

Switch lanes, lot of niggas broke and I can't fuck with them

Got my scale dirty in that field making dividends

But when shit hit the fan, who can I lean on

I been dope running, sippin' lean with some Celine onnnn

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Keep that shit low key tay