Lean and Weed lyrics

[Intro: Skeme]
Yeah
I don't talk different lemme think (League of Starz)
Turn it up in iPhone something, bruh
Yeah, Trend, what's happenin'?
Yeah, uh-huh
C remind me of my favourite rapper, yeah
So I'ma do my sh*t

[Verse 1: Skeme]
Yeah
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I f*ck b*tches with that magnum, f*ck this game with wrong rhymes
Now what these ladies hop, plus I stay up in the streets
Know I’m riding with some thugs, you talk slick, but talk is cheap
Got these b*tches bringing pesos, they love to see me shining
Wash my hands on the curve, now I’m covering on my doubts
A young B.G., a Hot Boy, I changed the grind
And did my thang since size of teen and now these labels wanna sign me
I be like maine, watch the sh*t change
Been tryina get some money since whole city wanna dang
I came from the Harlem tryna hop a better range
All you whacked ass rappers stay the f*ck about my lane
I’m holling out maine, hol' up
I think I put so much lean in my cup
Ok, I’m coming down and pouring up, sticking di*k up in your sl*t
Rest in peace to Grippin' dolla bill, why-why we getting buck?
[Chorus]
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man

[Interlude 1: Problem]
Yah (yah)
Late night
Yah, a lil' bro Lay died
Kush the f*ck out myself, we get out

[Verse 2: Problem & Skeme]
Pull-pull-pull-pull up, hop out, chain on poppy sh*t
Kush blowing, tats showing, heavy on my Compton sh*t
Central laugh, contraband, playing like it’s show time
Cop the sh*t, box the sh*t, and have it out in your time
My hoes fine, yes they is, politicking presidents
Killing pussies, killing sh*t, never leaving, never diss
Thugging with some elegance, get money - graduate
Success is the cycle, so my whole squad's pedaling
Heavy as the metal is, establishing relevance
I gotta admit we do our thang for some ghetto kids
It’s that ghetto feel, high as my b*tch stiletto heel
Skeme, I be on your level as soon as I pop my little pill
Now it’s on, roll, we-we’re from heater zone (Four)
n*gga on the charge, but he still can get them zones (Low)
Catch me in the cut, don’t be hitting up my phone (Dawg)
The sh*t just might be bugged, n*gga, Volvo
Problem
[Chorus]
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man

[Interlude 2: Skeme]
Yeah
Yo, 'til we get tote it outside
Pick the sh*t up, huh

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Ok, keeping my cup in my hand and my b*tch in my left and I’m riding with working and a bag
And I’m chasing the stacks, n*gga just spitting the facts, man all of you n*ggas is whack
Got finger for paper make sure that they coming, I hop out my church and get one in the lunch
Hop in the booth, you can’t copy the truth, If I get on that juice then you n*ggas is done
Players wanna play, ballers wanna ball
Sure I got my own, b*tch I want it all
3 phones on me, I answer when money call
And if I had a hunned magnums, I still wouldn't f*ck with y'all (n*ggas know)

[Chorus]
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you, but not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man