Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
I'm drinking lean, committing sins
They said seven tracks, i said fifteen
Weed must be white house green see the lean
I just raped you for pete-sakes, we all lean my way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut
Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up
Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts
Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups
Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,
Of a convertible elopin' to get married
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