Styles P & Fiend
Chorus 2x
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a Budda
I lean on these b**h n***as wit' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Styles P
Im on the lean off that Romulan and Ear Wax
Mad high getting stuck on fairfax
Now let me hit you with the clear facts
Got a bunch of sons but I didn't go bareback
Ghost Bars, Dead verses, to get a n***a high is the meds purpose
To bring a n***a down is the feds purpose
Like my insides white, but let me get a red surface
White walls, caddy flow
That boy so G that even ya mom and daddy know
Ghost be getting high on the patio
Hit you with the ?? tho right where you tatted tho
Im buggin out, nah you buggin out
Them n***as on the lean so they went and bought the buggies out
Its a lot of blue sh** and its real bloody out
And its real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah
Chorus 2x
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a Budda
I lean on these b**h n***as wit' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up
Curren$y
Right when fools thought I was all music
Leaned on them flexed green on em and pinky ring on em
Never seen garments, Iceberg knits got Bart Simpson on em
Luxury sedans under car covers interior gravy, softer than bu*ter
I got that from hard work, I got more coming
My fly, My style got your woman
My n***a Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy
I dont drink but I keep it in my fridge for him
Me I'm Champagne pouring
Pedal to the floor in something foreign vertical lifting door
Woke up this morning, and came up with a way
To settle the score on these ol' ho a** n***as
Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho a** n***as
I be so mad wit em, but I ain't stressing Im chillin
Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah
Chorus 4x
Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup
Lean off a blunt, Lean on a bu*t
I lean on these b**h n***as wit' a gun
I lean on my money cus I stacked it up