Lean and Weed

Lyrics

[Intro: Skeme] Yeah I don't talk different lemme think (League of Starz) Turn it up in iPhone something, bruh Yeah, Trend, what's happenin'? Yeah, uh-huh C remind me of my favourite rapper, yeah So I'ma do my shit [Verse 1: Skeme] Yeah Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times I fuck bitches with that magnum, fuck this game with wrong rhymes Now what these ladies hop, plus I stay up in the streets Know I'm riding with some thugs, you talk slick, but talk is cheap Got these bitches bringing pesos, they love to see me shining Wash my hands on the curve, now I'm covering on my doubts A young B.G., a Hot Boy, I changed the grind And did my thang since size of teen and now these labels wanna sign me I be like maine, watch the shit change Been tryina get some money since whole city wanna dang I came from the Harlem tryna hop a better range All you whacked ass rappers stay the fuck about my lane I'm holling out maine, hol' up I think I put so much lean in my cup Ok, I'm coming down and pouring up, sticking dick up in your slut Rest in peace to Grippin' dolla bill, why-why we getting buck? [Chorus] You think proof change you, but not know anyone said Four year you don't have a man You think proof change you, but not know anyone said Four year you don't have a man [Interlude 1: Problem] Yah (yah) Late night Yah, a lil' bro Lay died Kush the fuck out myself, we get out [Verse 2: Problem & Skeme] Pull-pull-pull-pull up, hop out, chain on poppy shit Kush blowing, tats showing, heavy on my Compton shit Central laugh, contraband, playing like it's show time Cop the shit, box the shit, and have it out in your time My hoes fine, yes they is, politicking presidents Killing pussies, killing shit, never leaving, never diss Thugging with some elegance, get money - graduate Success is the cycle, so my whole squad's pedaling Heavy as the metal is, establishing relevance I gotta admit we do our thang for some ghetto kids It's that ghetto feel, high as my bitch stiletto heel Skeme, I be on your level as soon as I pop my little pill Now it's on, roll, we-we're from heater zone (Four) Nigga on the charge, but he still can get them zones (Low) Catch me in the cut, don't be hitting up my phone (Dawg) The shit just might be bugged, nigga, Volvo Problem [Chorus] You think proof change you, but not know anyone said Four year you don't have a man You think proof change you, but not know anyone said Four year you don't have a man [Interlude 2: Skeme] Yeah Yo, 'til we get tote it outside Pick the shit up, huh [Verse 3: Skeme] Ok, keeping my cup in my hand and my bitch in my left and I'm riding with working and a bag And I'm chasing the stacks, nigga just spitting the facts, man all of you niggas is whack Got finger for paper make sure that they coming, I hop out my church and get one in the lunch Hop in the booth, you can't copy the truth, If I get on that juice then you niggas is done Players wanna play, ballers wanna ball Sure I got my own, bitch I want it all 3 phones on me, I answer when money call And if I had a hunned magnums, I still wouldn't fuck with y'all (Niggas know) [Chorus] You think proof change you, but not know anyone said Four year you don't have a man You think proof change you, but not know anyone said Four year you don't have a man