Lean King

Fuck you mean?
I'm with the gang I'm with the muh fucking team
All these bitches think I fucking fiend
All you bitches look like green beans
Like greens beans

I said pipe down
Cuz I'm the fucking king
Made that bitch drown
In some mother fucking lean
Pour me a cup
Now I cannot feel my hands
Ok lil bitch now I'm finna do my dance

20 pills sittn in a cup, holder (yeah)
I forgot the tray roll it up on a, folder (smoke)
I cant keep this going thats what I, told her (go)
All this weight on me im carrying, boulders (swish)

Took a flight across the globe to get away from it
I been laying low in eu living elegant
Carry sacks on me the size of fuckin elephants
Walk around disguised if its me theres no tellin it

I wont settle shit
I can't be sellin zips
but catch me smoked out in the black until my lungs are ripped
I passed out off a flat
And woke up in the back
Riding with gdbfle we dont fuck with that

Yea, we don't fuck with that
Go and get another pack
Y'know that we never lack
Money this shit always stack

Fuck you mean?
I'm with the gang I'm with the muh fucking team
All these bitches think I fucking fiend
All you bitches look like green beans
Like greens beans

Yea and im finna do my dance
All you pussies think I can't
All you pussies look like ants
All you pussies look like ants
I just want the fucking answers
Knew that bitch a cancer

Finna do my dance
All you bitches think I can't
All you pussies look like ants
I just want the fucking answers
Knew that bitch a cancer

She lookin like prancer
She make my fucking hands hurt
Hit just like a hammer
But speaks just like a jammer
I fucked but ain't use manners
Like these Indians scammers



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Writer(s): Chase Rutherford, Nathan Moen
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