Lean on
Bae
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
No, I was playing
Bae
I'm hungry
What you want to eat?
You
(Laughs)
You're not serious bruh
(I love you equinox)
I'm serious
Hungry, Hungry Hippo
Bitch I'm chasing all these bands
So bamboozled when you left
I was supposed to be your man's
They say "Heem how you been feeling on the lately?"
I say fuck what you tammat I just want my baby
I be chilling off codeine
I swear to god I'm lazy
White tee on still fuck your bitch I'm wavy
I hop out the whip
I pop out the cut
I pull up on you like the navy
I'm robbing these niggas
I'm scamming these checks
I'm trying to get up like I'm Jay-Z
I'm stacking this money
Im getting this cash
Who the fuck gone blame me?
I hop on the beat & you know imma spazz
Who the fuck gone tame me
I ran up the money, the money, the money, the money
Come plain Jane me
She bounce like a bunny, a bunny, a bunny, a bunny
She says "save me"
She wanna be my honey, my honey, my honey, my honey
Her nigga hate me
You know that I'm gunning, I'm gunning, I'm gunning, I'm gunning
Like I'm Gunna
Bitch I'm not from Ghana
Bitch I came from fucking mars
Run up all these commas
Then I might go buy a car (skrr)
I just might fuck on your bitch
Because she said that I'm a star
I might just be off a X pill
Rapping all these bars
Man I'm smoking all that Zaza
Come straight out the jar
Man I got a missing heart
So now I got chrome heart, yeah
Rocking all this chrome heart
Yeah my car is push to start
Remember I was selling carts
Now I'm finna be on charts
Missing heart like Tony Stark
Damn, you left me in the dark
He ain't shoot man he all bark
He ain't gangsta he a narc
We finna squeeze out his lemon
He talking that shit
He get hit with that stick (mmm)
I'm finna cop me a seven
And smoke it today because I put down the nic (mmm)
Imma go chase me the guap
So I can go ice out my neck & my wrist
Imma go chase me the guap
So I can go ice out my neck & my wrist
Bitch I'm so damn geeked up
Don't come around here tweaked up
Talk down on gang because that will get your dumb ass beat up
I fucked my bitch I had her feet
Probably might have a fetus
She said " bae the baby talking to me like come feed us"
Man fuck them kids man I don't need em
That green you know I need em
Went to school for HVAC so you know I got that heat on
I just need someone to lean on
Double cup got my lean
I ain't worried bout another
I just know I love the money like I'm Keimon
Like I'm Keimon, get my lean on
Yeah lean on, yeah lean on 31 In this bitch
Leave me alone, leave me alone!
No, I was playing
Bae
I'm hungry
What you want to eat?
You
(Laughs)
You're not serious bruh
(I love you equinox)
I'm serious
Hungry, Hungry Hippo
Bitch I'm chasing all these bands
So bamboozled when you left
I was supposed to be your man's
They say "Heem how you been feeling on the lately?"
I say fuck what you tammat I just want my baby
I be chilling off codeine
I swear to god I'm lazy
White tee on still fuck your bitch I'm wavy
I hop out the whip
I pop out the cut
I pull up on you like the navy
I'm robbing these niggas
I'm scamming these checks
I'm trying to get up like I'm Jay-Z
I'm stacking this money
Im getting this cash
Who the fuck gone blame me?
I hop on the beat & you know imma spazz
Who the fuck gone tame me
I ran up the money, the money, the money, the money
Come plain Jane me
She bounce like a bunny, a bunny, a bunny, a bunny
She says "save me"
She wanna be my honey, my honey, my honey, my honey
Her nigga hate me
You know that I'm gunning, I'm gunning, I'm gunning, I'm gunning
Like I'm Gunna
Bitch I'm not from Ghana
Bitch I came from fucking mars
Run up all these commas
Then I might go buy a car (skrr)
I just might fuck on your bitch
Because she said that I'm a star
I might just be off a X pill
Rapping all these bars
Man I'm smoking all that Zaza
Come straight out the jar
Man I got a missing heart
So now I got chrome heart, yeah
Rocking all this chrome heart
Yeah my car is push to start
Remember I was selling carts
Now I'm finna be on charts
Missing heart like Tony Stark
Damn, you left me in the dark
He ain't shoot man he all bark
He ain't gangsta he a narc
We finna squeeze out his lemon
He talking that shit
He get hit with that stick (mmm)
I'm finna cop me a seven
And smoke it today because I put down the nic (mmm)
Imma go chase me the guap
So I can go ice out my neck & my wrist
Imma go chase me the guap
So I can go ice out my neck & my wrist
Bitch I'm so damn geeked up
Don't come around here tweaked up
Talk down on gang because that will get your dumb ass beat up
I fucked my bitch I had her feet
Probably might have a fetus
She said " bae the baby talking to me like come feed us"
Man fuck them kids man I don't need em
That green you know I need em
Went to school for HVAC so you know I got that heat on
I just need someone to lean on
Double cup got my lean
I ain't worried bout another
I just know I love the money like I'm Keimon
Like I'm Keimon, get my lean on
Yeah lean on, yeah lean on 31 In this bitch
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Writer(s): Ibrahim Toure
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