Off The Lean

[Intro: That Mexican OT]
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? (Bankroll Got It)
Why you off the—?

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Xanny's in my lean, throw it in my blunt
Jiggin' on the X with a double cup
Fuck how you feel? I don't give a fuck
You can ask me later, still won't give a fuck
Walk in the bank, smellin' like straight refer
Fuckin' bad hoes, feelin' like J. Bieber
Got more sticks in the crib than a beaver
Green in my pants, got me lookin' like Peter
She don't use no hands, ride me like a Tesla
Double cup filled with oil from Odessa
I got a twenty-five lighters that sit on the dresser
Yes sir, I gots to get faded
You want some smoke? Well, let's get high
Sheriff Woody, made him reached for the sky
I'm a kick door kid, you better recognize
That .556 made his dick circumcised
Hit him up with a sawzall and beat his bitch ass with the piece that was sawed off
I jumped in the four legged slab, and I crawled off
I had to sneak in his crib and then drown all his kids in the tub 'cause he think that I got soft
So what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Don't come barkin' at me, I don't bark a lot
You can get it anywhere at broad day
Get your your shit split in a parking lot

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & DRODi]
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink (Hold on)
What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean? (Ayy)
Why you off the—?

[Verse 2: DRODi]
Yeah, weed loud like he's trying to start a fight
Bustin' licks while he sleep through the night
Pull up smokin' fog dot, hit the lights
She ain't shut the door, bitch, close it right
See me with a bitch, I'm prolly droppin' pipe
Player bang biscuit, type shit she like
Gettin' paid to rap, on stage, front the lights
Same DRODi man on and off the mic
Yeah, higher than a bitch, so the let roll slow
Dope sells itself, so the pack gon' go
Finna hit a lick, all black, no gold
Sell a lot of dope, no mistakes, don't fold
Big DRODi man, only high, not the low
Keep me some sticks like I work at the Lowe's
Chain, it be froze like it just seen a ghost
My cup, it be muddy in my four-by-four
I'll be burning that gas, I'll be burnin' that diesel
Got a lot of cars, and I got a lot of reefers
Smell like that loud when I come out your speaker
I'll be mixin' that drink with a tube in the beaker
Down in the water, it's me that lil' pizzas
Leak on the white with the pee, new features
Still in the street like a Jehovah preacher
I said my weed better, I ain't say that it's cheaper (DRODi man)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the fuck you mean? Why you off the lean?
Why you off the—?