Off-White Lean
I got the, yeah
I got the lean
Serving the fiends
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cookin' the heat, servin' the fiends
Sweeving a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cooking the heat, serving the fiends
Sweevin' a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me, burnin' at a higher degree you know I stay repin' that three
Fucking with trees and I stay burnin' mo' trees, might go cop me a Treesh'
Take her to the mountains, might ski (Woo)
Pussy got a higher degree (Woo)
Look at all the sweat on me, praise to the powers that be
Look at all the powder I see (Sheesh)
That could never be me, can't say the same for my bish'
Got her on her knees and we gonna go all week and we gon' take it to the streets
Take it to the streets, gotta let the young niggas eat
Know I'm repping FM three, style ain't free, Crocs on my feet, and you know Twist ain't Tryna' Compete
Take it to the studio, kill her deadbeat, when I leave the studio you see dead beats
Y'all know me, FM3, if it ain't about the family I don't wanna hear a peep
Y'all still sleep? Don't you know the boy tryna' eat? Y'all starting to look like sheep
Pass me that piece, I'ma go creep, catch a few suckers while they catchin' them Z's
Y'all know me I'm only worried bout' my ABC's I'm on the run the police got an APB
It's me and Bones gettin' busy out in NYC, we was Boyz-N-The-Hood like Eazy-E
But ain't spent no time on Easy Street, straight reppin' to the end yellin' "315"
I talk in my sleep like, "three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three"
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cookin' the heat, servin' the fiends
Sweevin' a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cookin' the heat, servin' the fiends
Sweevin' a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
I got the lean
Serving the fiends
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cookin' the heat, servin' the fiends
Sweeving a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cooking the heat, serving the fiends
Sweevin' a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me, burnin' at a higher degree you know I stay repin' that three
Fucking with trees and I stay burnin' mo' trees, might go cop me a Treesh'
Take her to the mountains, might ski (Woo)
Pussy got a higher degree (Woo)
Look at all the sweat on me, praise to the powers that be
Look at all the powder I see (Sheesh)
That could never be me, can't say the same for my bish'
Got her on her knees and we gonna go all week and we gon' take it to the streets
Take it to the streets, gotta let the young niggas eat
Know I'm repping FM three, style ain't free, Crocs on my feet, and you know Twist ain't Tryna' Compete
Take it to the studio, kill her deadbeat, when I leave the studio you see dead beats
Y'all know me, FM3, if it ain't about the family I don't wanna hear a peep
Y'all still sleep? Don't you know the boy tryna' eat? Y'all starting to look like sheep
Pass me that piece, I'ma go creep, catch a few suckers while they catchin' them Z's
Y'all know me I'm only worried bout' my ABC's I'm on the run the police got an APB
It's me and Bones gettin' busy out in NYC, we was Boyz-N-The-Hood like Eazy-E
But ain't spent no time on Easy Street, straight reppin' to the end yellin' "315"
I talk in my sleep like, "three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three, three"
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cookin' the heat, servin' the fiends
Sweevin' a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
I-I got the lean, Percs and the green
Cookin' the heat, servin' the fiends
Sweevin' a V, lurking the streets
Got the bad bitch, and she twerkin' on me
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
And it's all on me (Yeah)
It's all on me (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mcclary
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