Leanin
Verge always flexin
Say hit this that raw shit, yeah
Turn me up
This for lil brudda, look
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
Like what he say, fuck what he say, that nigga dead can't say too much
I feel played, cause right or way, nigga grab that K and let it bust
Once it's up you know its stuck, four deep hopping out the truck
It's some shit that I can speak on, can't say that it was us
Fuck it nigga said I got hit up
Difference from us bitch I'm still breathing
I won't call no bluff, can't wait till the day I see ya
You know I'm a goblin don't know nothing bout' no creature
Wait outside his yard until he pop out, it's a creeper
Ain't with that nice to meet ya, get the fuck on
All i know, i gotta make it home, and once i gotta ride with my chrome
Two shots to the chest, One to the dome
Stand over him, make sure that boy gone
Hop in the car and we skrrt off
Roll him up after we check the news (Huh)
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it (Keep it)
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin' (I put you up)
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust (Just up and bust)
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it (Keep it)
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason (Woo woo)
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
All black ain't got a mac, we on yo street with this new heat
I got tats inside my face, can't show my face they know it's me
Street nigga give a fuck about a pack
Long as you don't plan up to my team
And my momma handle that, we never had no EBT (Huh)
I'm leanin was that really Channel or was deceased
She feenin, tweakin cause she can't fuck with me
I be on perc 10 itching, and my cup got trish
Bitch im it, make a decision, aiming with precision
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it (Keep it)
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
Say hit this that raw shit, yeah
Turn me up
This for lil brudda, look
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
Like what he say, fuck what he say, that nigga dead can't say too much
I feel played, cause right or way, nigga grab that K and let it bust
Once it's up you know its stuck, four deep hopping out the truck
It's some shit that I can speak on, can't say that it was us
Fuck it nigga said I got hit up
Difference from us bitch I'm still breathing
I won't call no bluff, can't wait till the day I see ya
You know I'm a goblin don't know nothing bout' no creature
Wait outside his yard until he pop out, it's a creeper
Ain't with that nice to meet ya, get the fuck on
All i know, i gotta make it home, and once i gotta ride with my chrome
Two shots to the chest, One to the dome
Stand over him, make sure that boy gone
Hop in the car and we skrrt off
Roll him up after we check the news (Huh)
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it (Keep it)
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin' (I put you up)
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust (Just up and bust)
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it (Keep it)
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason (Woo woo)
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
All black ain't got a mac, we on yo street with this new heat
I got tats inside my face, can't show my face they know it's me
Street nigga give a fuck about a pack
Long as you don't plan up to my team
And my momma handle that, we never had no EBT (Huh)
I'm leanin was that really Channel or was deceased
She feenin, tweakin cause she can't fuck with me
I be on perc 10 itching, and my cup got trish
Bitch im it, make a decision, aiming with precision
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
Leanin (Leanin), I got drugs inside my cup, tell her keep it (Keep it)
I got a bitch, don't wanna fuck, give me a reason
You cross that line i put you up, trigger squeezin'
Like fuck them bullets flying, just up and bust
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Tate, Michael Roberge, Ellis Rheams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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