Just Lean

Lyrics

[Intro] Zaytoven [Verse 1: V-Nasty] 7 60, gettin shofered in the backseat That boy got bars, you can't catch me East Oakland, trappin in the back streets I'm on you when I see you, fuck rap beef What the fuck you talkin bout 30 50s, Stoclend, bitch, I make you walk it out Bro, you know we foakin, there ain't nothin to talk about If you wanna fuck with me, then my brothers bring them choppers out I knock you down, you can't play with me If your bitch payin, she payin me I'm doin me, she doin she I'm off 2, she off 1, we off 3 I'm mobbin, bitch, I'm on TV She sleep with you, but she dream of me This Codeine, Promethezeen, I'm a feend Bro, I can't get enough, I just lean [Chorus: V-Nasty] I just lean, I just lean What's in my cup, I just lean I just lean, I just lean Can't get enough, I just lean [Verse 2: V-Nasty] Wake up in the morning, syrup in the fridge That's my favorite thing I like to kiss I don't need you, my syrup my bitch Purple kind, girl, I like that Activis I hit the mall, just to turn my swag up Hella shoes, hella snapbacks, that shit add up 2 bitches, they hold my bags Walk outside, to valay keys to the Jag Gettin money now, I think they mad Need some purple, so you know I put it to the track Window bunkin, my people funkin Fuck with Brick Squad, rest in piece, Slim Dunkin I'm doin numbers, I'm gettin stacks Pockets lookin right, cause that bitch bring it back Mozerati black, Bentley white Bitch, I'm doin hella shit, off my purple Spright [Chorus: V-Nasty] I just lean, I just lean What's in my cup, I just lean I just lean, I just lean Can't get enough, I just lean [Verse 3: Quise Tha Criminal] We just lean, I'm finally free I'm sippin syrup, keepin bitches with low heen Ar coan 9, poll 16 Feelin like I'm winnin, call me Charlie Sheen Crazy DB, god, it's livin the dream Could've got killed, but I'm here, nigga, what the fuck you mean My black team, droppin bodies on you people My lil niggas sick, my lil niggas sick I'm a goon like Plies, my max y Gotta get this money, it's the color of my eyes I'm high off a bean, hard headed Mama, child trippin through relations, pay up No time for the location, too much paper to be makin Hey Nasty, call up Gucci, think it's time for a vacation ATL, ATL, here I come, better get ready I got Ps for the shauty, and my sister Betty [Chorus: V-Nasty] I just lean, I just lean What's in my cup, I just lean I just lean, I just lean Can't get enough, I just lean