Lean Already Poured

Brand new corvette, TLS Uber the jet Counting these checks, yeah we be counting these checks Now I got bread, leaving my hoes on red She gone pretend, like I won't hop in the Benz Ain't gone see her again, ain't gone see her again Ain't gone see her again Syrup or shrooms I need to pick The lean is poured no choice but to sip Thank the lord I chose to quit Can't stand these hoes that act all rich I got the bitch in flip flops doing TikToks Dancing on me her ass like Rick Ross High of the moon rocks I got the Dope socks Cooking the Crockpot Your bitch on me she made a mess I left that bitch I'm fuckin the rest Rapping this shit cus I'm wanting a check Rapping this shit cus I want a Patek Wrapping plastic on this big body brick I been high for so long that I ain't feeling that bitch I got a trick in my pocket from my buddy slick In case one of you hoes need a slit Flex, flex, I got fucking checks Bought that bitch a crib, not a jet Diamonds surfing, my wrist got her wet Can't decide AP or Patek 50 bands, 50 sticks, pour Told the jeweler I need 50 more Pour a four, I mix it with the O 50 girls I got them on a boat I just been pouring up mud Wheezy wave on my neck, wrist flood Whole Lotta Red leave blood I got her a carti, my ears got studs Stars in the roof, I got a wraith I wanna f*ck, she want a date I keep it tucked, you are not safe Maybach truck, purple like grape Syrup or shrooms I need to pick The lean is poured no choice but to sip Thank the lord I chose to quit Can't stand these hoes that act all rich I got the bitch in flip flops doing TikToks Dancing on me her ass like Rick Ross High of the moon rocks I got the Dope socks Cooking the Crockpot Your bitch on me she made a mess I left that bitch I'm fuckin the rest Rapping this shit cus I'm wanting a check Rapping this shit cus I want a Patek Wrapping plastic on this big body brick I been high for so long that I ain't feeling that bitch I got a trick in my pocket from my buddy slick In case one of you hoes need a slit All of these women be getting the ick At all of you hoes who be acting all rich I got a Tec with switch for a lick Shoot your clique for your ugly ass ricks And I wanna see that product Your shit laced my shit straight Prada I'm like Jordan Carter I'm doing that f*ck your bitch like tada And I wanna live in skyami Say my grace eating off sets plate Travis should've won the Grammy's I pray every day that we still had Take You know I been grinding so hard, making those beats Put in work I know that the future red hot, front row seats, Imma be at the top Brand new corvette, TLS Uber the jet Counting these checks, yeah we be counting these checks Now I got bread, leaving my hoes on red She gone pretend, like I won't hop in the Benz Ain't gone see her again, ain't gone see her again