Out Da Seal

[Chorus]
We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil'
And these bitches, they know what it is
Don't play with my niggas, you know we don't feel you
We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed
You know I'm ridin' with real
Probably geeked up off a pill
No cap, I just signed a deal
I want that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no bitch
Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it

[Verse 1]
The beat is by Isaac LaFlame
Bitch, I be fly like a plane
I hope that bitch ain't your main
She let my dawgs run a train (On God)
I got a bag and I stayed the same
Boy, how the fuck can I change? (How? How?)
Diamonds, they wet like it's rain
Ginobili, dub for the chain
12 get behind me, I'm jumpin' the fence
Run through that work like I'm Lynch
Young nigga straight out the trench
I never sat on the bench
Flew overseas and met a few baddy lil' bitches
I know how to speak a lil' French
They on they knees, they callin' me daddy
She say I'm a boss and they treat me like Prince
I'm eatin' shrimp with the grits
On the top floor at the Ritz
I was just hittin' them licks
Thousand or better for kicks
I cannot let up for shit
My niggas'll wet up your bitch
They comin' to me for the tip
Bet they gon' empty the clip, on Crip

[Chorus]
We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil'
And these bitches, they know what it is
Don't play with my niggas, you know we don't feel you
We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed
You know I'm ridin' with real
Probably geeked up off a pill
No cap, I just signed a deal
I want that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no bitch
Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it

[Verse 2]
Every day, shrimp with the steak
Storm in the club, need a rake
All of my niggas, they straight
I get you throwed in a lake
I like this bitch, she my ace
She let me cum on her face
Bad little bitch with no waist
And she gon' stay in her place
I got the bitch doin' tip drills
I'm tryna see how the bitch lips feel
Flexin' like I'm in gymnastics
She made out of plastic, but this shit feel real
We had them guns, tryna kill Bill
Rollin' geekin' off a X pill
Cashin' out on all these checks still
She want me to see how that neck feel
I do what I wanna, I'm talkin' 'bout numbers
And I do this shit for my mama
These niggas bitin' like piranhas, they act like they want it
But really they don't want no drama
Ain't no such thing as a drought
These bitches don't want nothin' but clout
I put seven grams in a stout
Double cup me, pour me out (Lean, lean)

[Chorus]
We pour that lean out the seal and my mind on a mil'
And these bitches, they know what it is
Don't play with my niggas, you know we don't feel you
We don't got no feelings, somebody gettin' killed
You know I'm ridin' with real
Probably geeked up off a pill
No cap, I just signed a deal
I want that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no bitch
Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em have it, you know I'ma tax it