Lean, Lean, lean lean lean lean

Braaaaaaaaaah

[Hook]x2

Steph curry with three

Sittin back, sippin lean

Codine and promethazine

But your cup’s still clean

I've been smokin that green

And countin up that cheese

You know its EMP

When that Bugatti pulls up on the scene

[Verse 1]

Your whip’s fucking dirty but my shit’s fucking clean

I’m Pouring up and dropping beans, With the baddest bitches you'd ever seen

Drivin faster than McQueen and Shooting choppas with tha beam

My rhymes are fucking addictive and there ain't no vaccine

On the cover of the magazines, Now its stretch limousines

And I’m floodin the streets so you gonna need a submarine

But I ain't going to the can because I stashed up a hundred grand

I’m still counting them bands so you know I’m still high off that xanx

[Hook]x2

[Verse 2]

You need to simmer down because you still think you run the town

Youre a fucking clown and if you cross me I'll send the hounds

They won't hesitate to hit ya, they’ll let you sink to the bottom of a riva

Better send your hugs and kisses before u sleep with the fishes

They cops tryin to clean up these streets just stick to ur dishes

I'm a genie in tha streets, granting out the bitches wishes

She want this long pipe so you know she gonna be up all night

My double cup is dark purple but yours is full of fucking sprite

[Hook]x2

[Verse 3]

I’m the ruler of the Jungle so all the bitches call me Tarzan

But you never even had a fan and you still haven't made a band

I’m packing all this heat you would think I’d get a darker tan

Still see more snow than Santa, Running the streets from San Fran to Atlanta

So when I'm at the party I always drop beans in my purple fanta

Slice your skull with my katana, then find the loot just like Indiana

Met up with the plug in Havana, clips look longer than a fucking banana

Never switched it up been repping the same fucking bandana