Coolin Off The Lean
Shit you know how we comin
Ah
Ay
Ay
Ah
Ay
Ay
I got this thirty in my pocket
I keep holding up my jeans
Everytime I fuck this bitch
She say she feel it in her knees
Niggas talking all that talk
But they don't even got no cheese
We had to walk that nigga down
And take his shit cuz he ain't squeeze
And my brother moving slow
So I been coolin off the lean
We got the 30's out the ass
So fuck with me if you got fiends
I had to beat that bitch up
Cuz she kept touching on my drink
Every time I hit the road
I swear to GOD I'm getting green
Like wait I'm in love with my doctor she a bae
She just wrote me up a script
And now I'm pouring up an eight
And we just stepped up in the booth
I'm with Nana getting pape
I got my ratchet by my side
I seen twelve then I skate
I done got it out the muscle
I didn't ever need no help
Pudget sound all these waves
Boy I feel like Michael Phelps
This bitch geeking off the molly
Why she touching on my belt
Yo dead homie In bikini bottom
Coolin with the kelp
Disco party in this bitch
The way my laser light 'em up
All I see is double d's
But all I want it double cup's
I pray to GOD I touch a milly
Before I'm finna touch them cuff's
I pray to GOD that he forgive me
For I'm fuckin all these sluts
I I I just got a pint
Now I'm leaning off a deuce
I just called my big homie
Now the opp's want a truce
I be fuckin hella hoes
Why I wear my pants loose
RIP tanaa money can't forget about the Juice
I got this thirty in my pocket
I keep holding up my jeans
Everytime I fuck this bitch
She say she feel it in her knees
Niggas talking all that talk
But they don't even got no cheese
We had to walk that nigga down
And take his shit cuz he ain't squeeze
And my brother moving slow
So I been cooling off the lean
We got the thirtiess out the ass
So fuck with me if you got fiends
I had to beat that bitch up
Cuz she kept touching on my drink
Every time I hit the road
I swear to GOD I'm getting green
Ah
Ay
Ay
Ah
Ay
Ay
I got this thirty in my pocket
I keep holding up my jeans
Everytime I fuck this bitch
She say she feel it in her knees
Niggas talking all that talk
But they don't even got no cheese
We had to walk that nigga down
And take his shit cuz he ain't squeeze
And my brother moving slow
So I been coolin off the lean
We got the 30's out the ass
So fuck with me if you got fiends
I had to beat that bitch up
Cuz she kept touching on my drink
Every time I hit the road
I swear to GOD I'm getting green
Like wait I'm in love with my doctor she a bae
She just wrote me up a script
And now I'm pouring up an eight
And we just stepped up in the booth
I'm with Nana getting pape
I got my ratchet by my side
I seen twelve then I skate
I done got it out the muscle
I didn't ever need no help
Pudget sound all these waves
Boy I feel like Michael Phelps
This bitch geeking off the molly
Why she touching on my belt
Yo dead homie In bikini bottom
Coolin with the kelp
Disco party in this bitch
The way my laser light 'em up
All I see is double d's
But all I want it double cup's
I pray to GOD I touch a milly
Before I'm finna touch them cuff's
I pray to GOD that he forgive me
For I'm fuckin all these sluts
I I I just got a pint
Now I'm leaning off a deuce
I just called my big homie
Now the opp's want a truce
I be fuckin hella hoes
Why I wear my pants loose
RIP tanaa money can't forget about the Juice
I got this thirty in my pocket
I keep holding up my jeans
Everytime I fuck this bitch
She say she feel it in her knees
Niggas talking all that talk
But they don't even got no cheese
We had to walk that nigga down
And take his shit cuz he ain't squeeze
And my brother moving slow
So I been cooling off the lean
We got the thirtiess out the ass
So fuck with me if you got fiends
I had to beat that bitch up
Cuz she kept touching on my drink
Every time I hit the road
I swear to GOD I'm getting green
Credits
Writer(s): El Niño Niko
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