Styles P - Lean lyrics

[Chorus x2: Styles P & Fiend]

Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup

Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt

I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun

I lean on my money cus I stacked it up

[Styles P:]

I'm on the lean off of ramulin and earwax

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 nigga high is the meds purpose

To bring a nigga 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

I'm buggin out, nah you buggin out

Them niggas on the lean so they went and pulled the bubbie out

It's a lot of blue shit and it's real bloody out

And it's real pretty but I bet it get real ugly out, yeah

[Chorus: x2]

Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup

Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt

I lean on these bitch niggas with' 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 butter

I got that from hard work, I got more coming

My fly, My style got your woman

My nigga Corner Boy P keep his cup muddy

I don't 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 ass niggas

Run up the store, roll up the smoke stand on the throat on these ol' ho ass niggas

I be so mad with em, but I ain't stressing I'm chillin

Living off the land, leaning like a kick stand, yeah

[Chorus: x4]

Lean in the whip, Lean in the cup

Lean off a blunt, Lean on a butt

I lean on these bitch niggas with' a gun

I lean on my money cus I stacked it up