Lean Wit It lyrics

by

DJ Drama


[Intro: Meek Mill]
It's Team Pyrex over here
You know how we do it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, in the kitchen going H.A.M again
f*cking with them birds like Cam and them
I'll tell you what's the word when the tan is in
We them n*ggas on the curb with them hammers in, ah!
Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam
If it get hectic, we gon' stretch it like a limousine
Ain't no crutchin', if I touch it then it's Mr. Clean
I be reppin' in your section, me and my n*gga Dean
Ghost boy in the ghost, n*gga
I burn bread, I ain't talking toast, n*gga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger
Presidential on my wrist now take your votes, n*gga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad b*tches that will get it there
If you don't wanna get it we gon' send them there
If it's heavy then Omelly comin' in the lear
Brick Squad like Waka and them
If it's Gucci like D. Howard I get a block for them
I don't touch it I just leave it up to Tak and them
n*ggas started, was a drought but we was poppin' then
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I made a million off a mixtape, n*gga get your sh*t straight
I'm selling that raw sh*t, you sellin' that whip weight
Cookin' up a whole bird until I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club you should've seen your b*tch face
Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket
n*gga, I got your stash in my pocket
I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket
I said it's lookin' like I got Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin' "ass, ass, ass, ass" all I get is cash, cash
Club LIV my last tag, I could've bought a fast Jag
The way these b*tches waving at me you would think a cab past
No wonder why you hatin' on me n*gga wit' your mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain't got no pics
These groupie b*tches ain't got no sense
So we make a movie on them b*tches, no script
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
36 treat it like a dirty b*tch
‘Cause I hit it then I send it to the other strip
Call me anything, don't call me by my government
‘Cause when I'm out here in the jungle we be selling bricks
Half these n*ggas in my hood be on some tellin' sh*t
We be on some "if-u-snitchin'-crack-your-melon" sh*t
If I ain't rockin' with the Smith it's Parabellum sh*t
Papi bring them on the boat, he know we selling sh*t
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it
750 getting busy wit' a box in it
So when they pull us over they don't find them Glocks in it

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right, we drop that ice and make it lock wit it
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