Lean ft. Big Dae Lyrics

Woah, Woah

Dae, yuh, 3rd Lan3

Lean

Lean

I got lean

Lean

Look, knee

Knees

She on her knees

She on her uh- she on her uh-

She on her

She on her knees when I hit from the back

Talkin and talkin that shit, I attack

Dae Lan3 is back and we snappin on tracks

I got some lean in the muh fuckin bag

I got some lean in this muh fuckin cup

Shit gettin real, so I double it up

Pourin codiene, I don't ever need love

No styrofoam so I sip outta mug

I call this bitch, all I need is a fuck

She get attached now she tryna give hugs

She sold herself for a muh fuckin buck

I'm sippin codiene never givin it up

I'm sippin wock out that stryofoam

I fuck her good then I fly her home

I'm beggin god from some finer hoes

Then I play a bitch like a xlyophone

I buy a bitch, and I buy a hoe

Then I take em out to my private home

The head was mid so I dine alone

Then I run right back to my microphone

Yeah, uh

My microphone

My microphone

My microphone, yeah

Sippin that syrup and sizzurp, we try some new

When gang hit that boy with the tech he gon snooze

It's Dae on this track, nigga what you assume?

Ain't been out for a couple of years niggas knew

Pour this wock in my cup keep a young nigga zoomed

Pour that wock in my cup keep a young nigga zoomed

This wocktris in my cup gotta nigga go hyperviolent

Nigga so geeked spittin words that gon start the voilence

Beatin her back with dabloons, nigga ima pirate

Always gon win, nigga why is you bein silent?

Always had ice, it's like Out, nigga Journey out

Gimme a year in the stu, it gon get me clout

Your bitch sent me nudes, what the fuck is that shit about?

She gaggin my dudes in the 392, burnin out

We racin the cats so we brought cash in a while

Since I been rappin, I know I gave Lan3 a smile

You beatin this case? Nigga why ain't you get that trial?

We sparking and shit talkin bout green ain't no rifle

We gettin this paper make a young nigga go wild

Bitch I'm from the state we gon change up the whole style

And your bitch love this face finna kill it I'll show em I'll

Spray all this mace make a young nigga slow and I'll

Hit that boy face if he even gon talk the lightest

Dissin on Lan3 and Dae bitch ain't the brightest

You got some fake diamonds, don't care they ain't shinin

You lyin ass niggas gon make it go quiet

Dae on this beat droppin lean, ice the climate

Don't wanna bad bitch that won't stay on a diet

Dae, yuh

Dae, yuh

Lean

Lean

Lean

I got lean

Dae, yuh

Lean

Lean

I got lean

We got lean

Lean in my cup so I double shit up

Not doin the shit for the free, I need bucks

Pourin up wock and I'm pourin up mud

Sippin it up, I pass out on a rug

Bitch is so bad and cream on a fuck

She sloppin dick in the back of the truck

You're cummin, but Lan3 ain't gon stop til he done

She bendin it over, I go til I cum

Cause we finna kill, got lean, pour it up everyday

Fuck on this bitch and she callin me bae

Poppin these perkies don't care what you say

You dissin and shit I ain't come here to play

You been actin weird, I ain't playin no games

No, no, no

Niggas y'all need to know that this shit not a game

Talkin like that, we gon let your whole body hang

Swear if she gag, ima make sure this bitch in pain

Swear if she gaggin, she gaggin the fuckin gang

Swear if you play, we take class, you gon help us aim

Swear if you aimin like that then my choppa sprang

Lean, i got

We got lean, lean

We got lean, lean

We got lean, lean

We got-

Lean

Lean

Lean

I got lean

Uh, lean, lean

I got lean, lean

We got lean, lean, oh, fuck, fuck

She fuck the team, team

I need a beam, beam

Like what you seen, seen?

Oh, she tryna cream, cream

My phone gon ring, ring

My choppa sing, sing

And when she see me

We pour up lean, lean

Lean

Lean

Lean

I got lean

Lean

Lean

Lean

I got lean