Just Lean lyrics

[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, f*ck rap beef
What the f*ck you talkin bout
30 50s, Stoclend, b*tch, I make you walk it out
Bro, you know we foakin, there ain't nothin to talk about
If you wanna f*ck with me, then my brothers bring them choppers out
I knock you down, you can't play with me
If your b*tch payin, she payin me
I'm doin me, she doin she
I'm off 2, she off 1, we off 3
I'm mobbin, b*tch, 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 b*tch
Purple kind, girl, I like that Activis
I hit the mall, just to turn my swag up
Hella shoes, hella snapbacks, that sh*t add up
2 b*tches, 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
f*ck with Brick Squad, rest in piece, Slim Dunkin
I'm doin numbers, I'm gettin stacks
Pockets lookin right, cause that b*tch bring it back
Mozerati black, Bentley white
b*tch, I'm doin hella sh*t, 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 b*tches 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, n*gga, what the f*ck you mean
My black team, droppin bodies on you people
My lil n*ggas sick, my lil n*ggas 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