King of Lean

Elder Teapot Aye, Elder Rolls: Of Lean I gotta keep it leaning no more pushing King of lean, I can bet my money on that Stop taking percs, that way I can drink some more act You know who I am, freaky cracka with the crocs on Might chop the braids and get some waves and drop the top on 'em Call me Mr. Bag of Bitch, I say you're spot on in I can give your bitch a rock and get my rocks off A real man can see a tank when the fog's on She got a bush, I paint her face she look like Bob Ross Always kept it pushin, wasn't tryin' to stand by My competition sitting still and they can't fly I'm so high, I need a parachute to land right Crackas wearing fake chains but they can't shine Hoes going for the neck, they a vampire Whole squad of fat hoes on your ranch site My girl ask me would I leave her, bitch you damn right Bitch I would leave you for some wocky and a cran sprite All you crackers hating, you've never been inside my damn life I had to pick myself up out the mud like a landmine You can't compare me to no man cause I ain't man like ET elder teapot steaming up in the Fahrenheit (He's steaming up) It's hard to hold a fucking candle toward the lamplight It's hard inhaling backwoods through the campfire It's hard holding a hundred thousand in my hands right It's hard to make your first mil if you don't plan right