Lean Wit It

Uh In the kitchen goin ham again

F**kin with dem birds like Cam and dem

I'll tell you whats the word when the tan is in

We dem n***as on the curb with dem hammers and

Whole brick throw it on a triple beam

It get hectic we gon stretch it like a limousine

Ain't no question if I touch it then its Mr Clean

I be reppin in yo section me my n***a Keem

Ghost boys in a ghost n***a

I burn bread I ain't talkin toast n***a

Whole team of killers I'm the coach n***a

Presidential on my wrist now take ya votes n***a

Rookie of the year cookies in the rear

I got some bad b***hes thatll get it there

If you don't wanna get it we gon send em there

If its heavy then Omelly comin in a Lear

Bricksquad like Waka and dem

If its gucci like D Howard get a block for dem

I don't touch I just leave it up to Tock and dem

Meek Mill started wasnt chopper we was poppin den

Lean wit it rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

I tell em lean wit it rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit it

Microwave or we gon we gon pop whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit it Ughh

I made a million off a mixtape

N***a get ya s**t straight

I'm sellin that raw s**t you sellin that whip weight

Cookin up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache

When I pulled up to the club you should've seen ya b***h face Ughh

Fitfy cash in my pocket

N***a I got the stash in my pocket

I'm blowin money fast in my pocket

Said its lookin like I got Nicki a*s in my pocket

Talkin a*s a*s a*s a*s all I get is cash cash

Club lit my last tag could've bought a fast Jag

The way these b***hes wavin at me you would think a cab passed

Wondered why u hatin on me n***a wit cho mad a*s

Rollie on me cost a whole brick

Killers with me ain't go no pics

These groupie b***hes ain't got no sense

So we make a movie on dem b***hes no script

Thirty six treat it like a dirty b***h

Cuz I hit it and then send it to the other strip

Call me anything don't call me by my government

Cuz when I'm out chea in the jungle we be sellin bricks

Half these n***as in my hood be on some tellin s**t

We be on some if you snitchin crack ya melon s**t

If I ain't rockin with the Smith its Parabellum s**t

Papi bring em on the boat they know we sellin s**t

Lean wit it rock wit it

Posted Mac

11 in the lot wit it

Seven fifty gettin busy wit a box in it

So when they pull us over they don't find dem Glocks in it