Pints

Lyrics

[Intro] (808 Mafia) Psh, brrr Brrrr, rack-rack-racks [Chorus] I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I'm on the drugs, I am a fiend I got a lot of money to bring Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green We got a lot of bullets Make you a murder, then leave the scene Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams Slow like a turtle, I'm on the lean Sippin' on purple, it might be pink Bitch, know what's up Put a perc in my cup Yeah, got them racks up Bet your bitch gon' fuck [Verse 1] Yeah, bitch I make rackades off them checks Diamonds on me, VVS Diamonds on me, VVS We didn't have no pot to piss So my grandma used to stress Got the talons in them bitch They don't play, they leave a mess Our niggas solid, we runnin' the block We don't say sorry, we pop at the opp Better admire, we don't talk to cops Was underrated, decided to pop Niggas were hatin', they really were opps My drip is amazing, spend hunnids on socks No we don't play, we just might knock 'em off My diamonds, they water, might swim with a dolphin [Chorus] I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I'm on the drugs, I am a fiend I got a lot of money to bring Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green We got a lot of bullets Make you a murder, then leave the scene Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams Slow like a turtle, I'm on the lean Sippin' on purple, it might be pink Bitch, know what's up Put a perc in my cup Yeah, got them racks up Bet your bitch gon' fuck [Verse 2] I went green, racks, they go "Ca-ching" Make them birdies sing Sign the team, and we left the scene She just popped a bean Find my lane, on these niggas I don't owe no apologies Found my lane, we don't trick-or-treat We trickin' Halloween Need my money like the first [?] the gang, then went vert Make her sing, just like church Fuck her brain, make her hurt Suck my dick, make her burp On a plane, like to splurge Yeah, yeah I'm on gas and lean and popped a perc Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I got lot pints of the lean I'm on the drugs, I am a fiend I got a lot of money to bring Nigga wanna play, we turn 'em green We got a lot of bullets Make you a murder, then leave the scene Jumpin' like hurdles, the trap with beams Slow like a turtle, I'm on the lean Sippin' on purple, it might be pink Bitch, know what's up Put a perc in my cup Yeah, got them racks up Bet your bitch gon' fuck