Out Da Seal lyrics

[Chorus]
We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil'
And these b*tches, they know what it is
Don't play with my n*ggas, you know we don't feel you
We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed
You know I'm ridin' with real
Probably geeked up off a pill
No cap, I just signed a deal
I want that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no b*tch
f*ck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
n*gga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it

[Verse 1]
The beat is by Isaac LaFlame
b*tch, I be fly like a plane
I hope that b*tch ain't your main
She let my dawgs run a train (On God)
I got a bag and I stayed the same
Boy, how the f*ck can I change? (How? How?)
Diamonds, they wet like it's rain
Ginobili, dub for the chain
12 get behind me, I'm jumpin' the fence
Run through that work like I'm Lynch
Young n*gga straight out the trench
I never sat on the bench
Flew overseas and met a few baddy lil' b*tches
I know how to speak a lil' French
They on they knees, they callin' me daddy
She say I'm a boss and they treat me like Prince
I'm eatin' shrimp with the grits
On the top floor at the Ritz
I was just hittin' them licks
Thousand or better for kicks
I cannot let up for sh*t
My n*ggas'll wet up your b*tch
They comin' to me for the tip
Bet they gon' empty the clip, on Crip
[Chorus]
We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil'
And these b*tches, they know what it is
Don't play with my n*ggas, you know we don't feel you
We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed
You know I'm ridin' with real
Probably geeked up off a pill
No cap, I just signed a deal
I want that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no b*tch
f*ck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
n*gga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it

[Verse 2]
Every day, shrimp with the steak
Storm in the club, need a rake
All of my n*ggas, they straight
I get you throwed in a lake
I like this b*tch, she my ace
She let me c*m on her face
Bad little b*tch with no waist
And she gon' stay in her place
I got the b*tch doin' tip drills
I'm tryna see how the b*tch lips feel
Flexin' like I'm in gymnastics
She made out of plastic, but this sh*t feel real
We had them guns, tryna kill Bill
Rollin' geekin' off a X pill
Cashin' out on all these checks still
She want me to see how that neck feel
I do what I wanna, I'm talkin' 'bout numbers
And I do this sh*t for my mama
These n*ggas bitin' like piranhas, they act like they want it
But really they don't want no drama
Ain't no such thing as a drought
These b*tches don't want nothin' but clout
I put seven grams in a stout
Double cup me, pour me out (Lean, lean)
[Chorus]
We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil'
And these b*tches, they know what it is
Don't play with my n*ggas, you know we don't feel you
We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed
You know I'm ridin' with real
Probably geeked up off a pill
No cap, I just signed a deal
I want that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no b*tch
f*ck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
n*gga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it