Fiend - Lean lyrics

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