[Verse 1: Jack The Spitter]
Graham crackers, grams in the back of the
Maybach, we rented to drive around like we had a damn
Dime, to blow it, mine I own it
Heat, ozone it, melt the f**ers we froze in the beginning
We grinning, open up the wallet, plenty frigid
Nickels glistening, can i get a chicken sandwich f** this
Plenty pennies, s**ting friends when we henny
Amend em in the morning for the minute we getting friendly
With enemies b**hes sensing the night'll be ending deadly
But first ima get a slurp and slurp it up on her necky
Plenty of becky's I ain't drunk, give me a sec-y
Section off this group of cattle, the flock of flakas regretting
The night ahead of em, my best friend for a minute
We grinning, open up the door to many ignorant b**hes
No more metaphors hit the floor and then we making memories
Lose em in a puff, it's rough being so motherf**ing aggressive
[Verse 2: Jakob]
Hesitate to recognize when I'm driving by
Might not have a car but I could give you a ride
Walk around the city like I'm reppin for my pride
Never got a minute for this b**h I wouldn't call mine
Clouds that start a rise, for this sh** I'd die
Sadboyz 95 and don't you dare forget the time
And don't forget the f**in flickr eat b**hes half of
Chocolate like I'm munchin on a snickers, 10 times hella sicker
Soul or sofa surfer while you scrolling with your cursor
Checkin up on messages from times I got real close to her
First I started writing sh**, writing for the fun of it
Now I'm furthest from success and I gotta thank my pops again
Let alone to die still I never got subjected
On dying for the sake of making sure I'm well forget it
Getting drive bys, working shifts from 9-5
k**ing beats in one take, only took me 9 tries\
[Bridge: Jack The Spitter & Jakob]
Money Money Money Money on the mind
f**ing nothing, mamas card they might decline
(started smoking stoges never bought a dime
Gettin 'all this money' yet they never rhyme)
[Hook:]
Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean
Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean
Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean
Let em know we give a f** about a dream, b**h
[Verse 3:Jack The Spitter]
Danimals and Lean, they sleeping on us
Put my foot in some a**es until they open on us
f** them openers headline i'm sick of the game
I need some vain sh** go with the stain on my crewcut
[Verse 4: Jakob]
Sipping on the coke cans, pack of cigs and black vans
Double cup a tight a** flock away like iran
Spray her like a spray can, never down for fake fans
Get a b**h that bop me while just listening to slow jamz