Текст пісні Lean On Em - Emilio Rojas, Iamsu!, Styles P

Lean On Em

And now we rollin' in them '85, '85\nYeah, my shorty tatted up around the waistline\nAnd we be sleeping in the motherfucking day time\nI’m getting low with all my bitches, but they stay high\nCause all we do is lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em\nI got some bitches in the back with something mean on 'em\nYeah, we lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em\nAnd when I finish I’mma sick the fucking team on 'em\nYeah, we lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em\nI got some bitches in the back with something mean on 'em\nYeah, we lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em\nAnd when I finish I’mma sick the fucking team on 'em\nBad Spanish bitches with ass shots\nYeah, they rolling with the team like a mascot\nMatte black '85's in them back lots\nSpeeding down that motherfuckin black top\nRolling with my spic, that’s it\nAnybody wanna pop that shit?\nAnd they get hit with a little bit of fist\nUntil they drop and that is it\nAnd you can find me with some pretty little mami’s\nGettin low up in the heights where they watching us outta Crown V’s\nWe living, and sinning not a religion\nNever gonna ask for no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness\nYeah, we get it, we living off of the interest\nAll these bitches doing lines like every day an audition\nI’m taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines\nYa’ll never fly, I got all you bitches on standby\nAnd we be getting things money can’t buy\nYoung Spanish motherfucker on the ride\nTell the Jamaican homies pass the dutches\nI can’t stand you niggas like Uncle Ruckus\nAnd these rappers be doing a bunch of nothing\nBut I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan\nLike doing what pays me, always dressing crazy\nPulling up with badass B’s like Jay-Z\nWhat’s the dealio?\nIt’s young Suzy Holiday in the millio\nRolling in them A5 Audi’s, what you know about it?\nLeaning on them fools like I ate a weed brownie\nWavy on these haters then, now they all drowning\nMoney counting, every outing\nAnd it’s heartbreak 'til my heart break\nYou should par take\nPlaying us is like hopping in the shark tank\nAnd it’s the gang in your ear\nStay in your lane cause we’ll end your career\nLean on 'em, yeah, they lean on 'em\nHe got swag, but he dont got no cream on 'em\nIf he did ten he would’ve put the beam on 'em\nGot the iron and he don’t want no steam on 'em\nYeah, I lean on 'em, big body V\nLook at my company assume I sold the a lot of thee\nThem niggas spending it like they won the lottery\nMe, I’m a plant man, fill me up like pottery\nYeah, for real though, I’m viscious on a M-I\nSee, I used to make rhymes grippin on the semi\nScrambling, these the ramblings of a Jedi\nLate night, in the hallway with the red eyes\nLean on 'em, them niggas kick stands\nMurder mami’s with magazines, keep your distance\nI’m in the cut, with the sound and the piff grams\nSomething mean, got sixteen on six vents, lean on 'em\nIt’s Troy Ave, I’m that nigga, don’t mean to boast\nA BK well-known dealer heavy in coke\nWhite leather in chin-chilla, the top off\nNeat with the swag like a fiend who pop dope\nI’m fixing to pop off, and you snow that\nFixing the pot whipping salt, where the dough at?\nShow me the money, I’ll say it more clearer\nShow me the money, he show me a mirror\nReflecting on my past, pedal getting mashed\nHigh speed paper chase straight ahead to cash\nMoney off the bates, money chose to hate\nMurder was the case when he came and bought the wakes