3rd Lan3 - Lean (feat. Big Dae) Lyrics

Woah, Woah
Dae, yuh, 3rd Lan3
Lean
Lean
I got lean
Lean
Look, knee
Knees
She on her knees
She on her uh- she on her uh-
She on her
She on her knees when I hit from the back
Talkin and talkin that shit, I attack
Dae Lan3 is back and we snappin on tracks
I got some lean in the muh f*ckin bag
I got some lean in this muh f*ckin cup
Shit gettin real, so I double it up
Pourin codiene, I don't ever need love
No styrofoam so I sip outta mug
I call this bitch, all I need is a f*ck
She get attached now she tryna give hugs
She sold herself for a muh f*ckin buck
I'm sippin codiene never givin it up
I'm sippin wock out that stryofoam
I f*ck her good then I fly her home
I'm beggin god from some finer hoes
Then I play a bitch like a xlyophone
I buy a bitch, and I buy a hoe
Then I take em out to my private home
The head was mid so I dine alone
Then I run right back to my microphone
Yeah, uh
My microphone
My microphone
My microphone, yeah
Sippin that syrup and sizzurp, we try some new
When gang hit that boy with the tech he gon snooze
It's Dae on this track, nigga what you assume?
Ain't been out for a couple of years niggas knew
Pour this wock in my cup keep a young nigga zoomed
Pour that wock in my cup keep a young nigga zoomed
This wocktris in my cup gotta nigga go hyperviolent
Nigga so geeked spittin words that gon start the voilence
Beatin her back with dabloons, nigga ima pirate
Always gon win, nigga why is you bein silent?
Always had ice, it's like Out, nigga Journey out
Gimme a year in the stu, it gon get me clout
Your bitch sent me nudes, what the f*ck is that shit about?
She gaggin my dudes in the 392, burnin out
We racin the cats so we brought cash in a while
Since I been rappin, I know I gave Lan3 a smile
You beatin this case? Nigga why ain't you get that trial?
We sparking and shit talkin bout green ain't no rifle
We gettin this paper make a young nigga go wild
Bitch I'm from the state we gon change up the whole style
And your bitch love this face finna kill it I'll show em I'll
Spray all this mace make a young nigga slow and I'll
Hit that boy face if he even gon talk the lightest
Dissin on Lan3 and Dae bitch ain't the brightest
You got some fake diamonds, don't care they ain't shinin
You lyin ass niggas gon make it go quiet
Dae on this beat droppin lean, ice the climate
Don't wanna bad bitch that won't stay on a diet
Dae, yuh
Dae, yuh
Lean
Lean
Lean
I got lean
Dae, yuh
Lean
Lean
I got lean
We got lean
Lean in my cup so I double shit up
Not doin the shit for the free, I need bucks
Pourin up wock and I'm pourin up mud
Sippin it up, I pass out on a rug
Bitch is so bad and cream on a f*ck
She sloppin dick in the back of the truck
You're cummin, but Lan3 ain't gon stop til he done
She bendin it over, I go til I cum
Cause we finna kill, got lean, pour it up everyday
F*ck on this bitch and she callin me bae
Poppin these perkies don't care what you say
You dissin and shit I ain't come here to play
You been actin weird, I ain't playin no games
No, no, no
Niggas y'all need to know that this shit not a game
Talkin like that, we gon let your whole body hang
Swear if she gag, ima make sure this bitch in pain
Swear if she gaggin, she gaggin the f*ckin gang
Swear if you play, we take class, you gon help us aim
Swear if you aimin like that then my choppa sprang
Lean, i got
We got lean, lean
We got lean, lean
We got lean, lean
We got-
Lean
Lean
Lean
I got lean
Uh, lean, lean
I got lean, lean
We got lean, lean, oh, f*ck, f*ck
She f*ck the team, team
I need a beam, beam
Like what you seen, seen?
Oh, she tryna cream, cream
My phone gon ring, ring
My choppa sing, sing
And when she see me
We pour up lean, lean
Lean
Lean
Lean
I got lean
Lean
Lean
Lean
I got lean