Lean Wit It

[Verse 1]

Uh, In the kitchen goin' ham again

F*ckin' with dem birds like Cam and dem

I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in

We dem n*ggas 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 it's Mr.Clean

I be reppin' in yo' section me my n*gga Keem

Ghost boys, in a ghost n*gga

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

Whole team of killers, I'm the coach n*gga

Presidential on my wrist, now take ya votes n*gga

Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear

I got some bad b*tches that'll get it there

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

If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in a Lear

Bricksquad, like Waka and dem

If it's 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 wasn't chopper we was poppin' den



[Hook]

Lean wit it, rock wit it

Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it

Microwave or we gon' we gon' pot 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' pot whip it

When it get right we drop that ice and make it lock wit' it, ughh!



[Verse 2]

I made a million off a mixtape

N*gga get ya shit straight

I'm sellin' that raw shit, 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*tch face, ughh!

Fitfy cash in my pocket

N*gga, I got the stash in my pocket

I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket

Said it's lookin' like I got Nicki ass in my pocket

Talkin' ass ass ass ass, all I get is cash cash

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

The way these b*tches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed

Wondered why you hatin on me, n*gga wit 'cho mad ass

Rollie on me cost a whole brick

Killers with me ain't go no pics

These groupie b*tches ain't got no sense

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



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[Verse 3]

Thirty-six treat it like a dirty b*tch

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*ggas in my hood be on some tellin' shit

We be on some if you snitchin' crack ya melon shit

If I ain't rockin' with the Smith its Parabellum shit

Papi bring 'em on the boat they know we sellin' shit

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



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