Off The Lean Lyrics
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
How long can he go?
(Thanks, Yakree)
I was shinin’ hard, I was grindin’
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean
Smokin’ dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin’, beamin’
Shinin’ like the motherfuckin’ lights on the street
I know they ain’t never had the thought that they’d see me on
Aye, aye, on
They thought they’ll never see me on
Aye, aye, on, on
Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you know I paid for it
For that money, we untamed, boy, I was locked up in them chains for it
My mama know it, I ain’t doin’ no back and forth, I catch him, whack the boy
Got racks, I stay with that money on galore and I started off trappin’ for it
I’m in a Bentley GT, park this bitch inside the street
Pull up, they like, “There go YB”
Fresh as I could fuckin’ be
I be keepin’ they chest on bottom my feet and I don’t miss no beat
I be wearin’ Pateks and Cuban links, the cheapest cost thirteen
Sick, I ain’t got no cough, you ain’t never noticed since I be off codeine
Grimy, I’m out that North, she fuck with me, she wan’ fuck with me
Cutthroat like my mama, you know I’m known to pull off mysterious things
I like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk Jeep
Stackin’ up my money, n****, they wanna see my bank on E
Them bitch-ass n***** tried to bang on me, they aim wasn’t neat, dang, boy
Podcast n***** be mentioning me, take off on ’em
20 mill’ on 20 mill’, you better watch my name, boy
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean
Smokin’ dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin’, beamin’
Shinin’ like the motherfuckin’ lights on the street
I know they ain’t never had the thought that they’d see me on
Aye, aye, on
They thought they’ll never see me on
Aye, aye, on, on
N****, stack that shit, that’s another M
That’s a new attempt, hold on, stop this bitch
I’m in LA bangin’ red, I kill a Dodgers pit
Hmm, he came home from the Feds and he got twice as rich
In Atlanta, won’t say that I won’t fight, I’m bringin’ out the stick
This lil’ hoe just talkin’ ’bout what she don’t like, she just bitin’ my dick
You got a question if YoungBoy rich, you slower than a bitch
They boycott, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shit
Buy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon’ have a fit
From a cell to livin’ lavish
How realer can it get?
Turned down that deal to save the whole clique
How triller can I get?
Hit the car lot, ain’t no pic, make sure I ball out ’round this bitch
Off the lean, I’m smokin’ shit make you hallucinate, one hit
To my PO as I go, I take a piss that’s with a stench
Mr. Feelin’ Ready, I been sellin’ tunes, I ain’t got no bricks
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout no murder, I don’t know nothin’ ’bout no hit
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean
Smokin’ dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin’, beamin’
Shinin’ like the motherfuckin’ lights on the street
I know they ain’t never had the thought that they’d see me on
Aye, aye, on
They thought they’ll never see me on
Aye, aye, on, on