Off The Lean

Lyrics

[Intro: That Mexican OT] (Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?) [Chorus: That Mexican OT] Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean? What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? (Bankroll Got It) Why you off the—? [Verse 1: That Mexican OT] Xanny's in my lean, throw it in my blunt Jiggin' on the X with a double cup Fuck how you feel? I don't give a fuck You can ask me later, still won't give a fuck Walk in the bank, smellin' like straight refer Fuckin' bad hoes, feelin' like J. Bieber Got more sticks in the crib than a beaver Green in my pants, got mе lookin' like Peter Shе don't use no hands, ride me like a Tesla Double cup filled with oil from Odessa I got a twenty-five lighters that sit on the dresser Yes sir, I gots to get faded You want some smoke? Well, let's get high Sheriff Woody, made him reached for the sky I'm a kick door kid, you better recognize That .556 made his dick circumcised Hit him up with a sawzall and beat his bitch ass with the piece that was sawed off I jumped in the four legged slab, and I crawled off I had to sneak in his crib and then drown all his kids in the tub 'cause he think that I got soft So what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Don't come barkin' at me, I don't bark a lot You can get it anywhere at broad day Get your your shit split in a parking lot [Chorus: That Mexican OT & DRODi] Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean? What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink (Hold on) What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? (Ayy) Why you off the—? [Verse 2: DRODi] Yeah, weed loud like he's trying to start a fight Bustin' licks while he sleep through the night Pull up smokin' fog dot, hit the lights She ain't shut the door, bitch, close it right See me with a bitch, I'm prolly droppin' pipe Player bang biscuit, type shit she like Gettin' paid to rap, on stage, front the lights Same DRODi man on and off the mic Yeah, higher than a bitch, so the let roll slow Dope sells itself, so the pack gon' go Finna hit a lick, all black, no gold Sell a lot of dope, no mistakes, don't fold Big DRODi man, only high, not the low Keep me some sticks like I work at the Lowe's Chain, it be froze like it just seen a ghost My cup, it be muddy in my four-by-four I'll be burning that gas, I'll be burnin' that diesel Got a lot of cars, and I got a lot of reefers Smell like that loud when I come out your speaker I'll be mixin' that drink with a tube in the beaker Down in the water, it's me that lil' pizzas Leak on the white with the pee, new features Still in the street like a Jehovah preacher I said my weed better, I ain't say that it's cheaper (DRODi man) [Chorus: That Mexican OT] Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean? What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? Why you off the—?