Coolin Off The Lean (feat. Nana Philthy)

Shit you know how we comin Ah Ay Ay Ah Ay Ay I got this 30 in my pocket I keep holdin up my jeans Everytime I f*ck this bitch She say she feel it in her knees Niggas talking all that talk But they don't even got no cheese We had to walk that nigga down And take his shit cuz he ain't squeeze And my brother movin slow So I been coolin off the lean We got the 30's out the ass So f*ck with me if you got fiends I had to beat that bitch up Cuz she kept touching on my drink Every time I hit the road I swear to GOD I'm getting green Like wait Im in love with my doctor she a bae She just wrote me up a script And now Im pourin up an 8 And we just stepped up in the booth Im with Nana getting pape I got my ratchet by my side I seen 12 then I skate I done got it out the muscle I didn't ever need no help Pudget sound all these waves Boy I feel like Michael Phelps This bitch geekin off the molly Why she touchin on my belt Yo dead homie In bikini bottom Coolin with the kelp Disco party in this bitch The way my laser light em up All I see is double d's But all I want it double cup's I pray to GOD I touch a milly Before Im finna touch them cuff's I pray to GOD that he forgive me For Im fuckin all these sluts I I I just got a pint Now I'm leanin off a deuce I just called my big homie Now the opp's want a truce I be fuckin hella hoes Why I wear my pants loose RIP tanaa money can't forget about the Juice I got this 30 in my pocket I keep holdin up my jeans Everytime I f*ck this bitch She say she feel it in her knees Niggas talking all that talk But they don't even got no cheese We had to walk that nigga down And take his shit cuz he ain't squeeze And my brother movin slow So I been coolin off the lean We got the 30's out the ass So f*ck with me if you got fiends I had to beat that bitch up Cuz she kept touching on my drink Every time I hit the road I swear to GOD I'm getting green