Mix lean with the sprite
Wrist clean with the ice
Two beams pay a price
Feel lucky roll the dice
Tight pussy want a slice
Shootin niggas so precise
Hoe was fucking all the guys
Giving nice head all night
Get the fuck up out my face
You a lame bitch
Broke nigga wanna fight
You brought a mace bitch
I only use my fist
To knock you out quick
Empty all yo pockets
Now i gotta dip
Two blocks down the road
Where i park my whip
Hop in skirt off
Know im with the shit
Lil bitch give top
While i rub her clit
Makin a big mess
Know i make her drip
Then im finished kick her out
Gotta leave quick
I need to make some plans
So to stack some bricks
Figured easy thing
Was to hit a lick
Packed up, left the house
With my fucking nine
Any wallet out there
Finna make it mine
Rob all of these niggas
Know i got the time
Slang all of this dough
With my fuckin slimes
Make that block hoe twerk
Know she super fine
Got the drip outfit
Wearing calvin klein
And the bitch so thick
Now we intertwine
Gonna take that chick
Now we wine and dine
Driving fast home through the lanes
Faster than airline
Squabble up im with it
Little bitches keep on acting up
Commas keep on coming
Where it come from?
Answer is the club
Scamming all these niggas
Sell a half gram to them for a dub
Gotta fuckin party
In my hand, I keep a double cup
Get the fuck up off me
Little bitch i do not want a hug
I just need that lil bitch
To settle quick and give my dick a rub
Im not talking her hand
You know she finna bout to use the tongue
Bitch i dominate so you know
That means that i will need a sub
Ain't taking no pills
Not fucking with prescriptions
Side effects headaches
Death, and blurry vision
Making stacks plenty
Shit it is my mission
Gonna collect bounty
Shooting with precision
Get the fuck up off me
Little hoe is trippin
Fucking that bitch quickly
Run out then im dipping
Know i use protection
Never catch me slippin
Bought a couple ounces
Smoke some then i flip it
Needed some more stacks
Might as well just fucking rob a bank
Taking all that cash
Cops pull up, i tell em "It's a prank!"
That bitch trynna fuck
Shit ill pass, because her pussy stank
That shit smell like grass
Smell is louder than the fucking dank
Gotta take that plug out
Give that wire a little yank
Getting on her knees
Not to suck, but she she just wanna thank
Jesus for the things
And the hurt inside her brain to fade
All it goes away
Solved her problems with a fucking blade
Leanin was written by Greg Jennings.