Lean Wit It - Intellectual

[Intro: MAF Teeski]

(You can't fuck with the MP)

(MP)

(Every day, make money and pray)

Lean with it, uh

Gen5 on my side, I'll lean with it, rock his ass

I like BBLs, we can't fuck if you ain't got no ass

I'll hit your cut and dump the block down, then reload the mag

My niggas ready to kill, soon as you throw a shot, it ain't no turnin' back (Yep)

Got my gun on me (Yep), got her on her knees (Yep)

All these diamonds 'round my neck (Yep), lil' bitch, I'm too icy (Yep)

I up two hands and squeeze (Yep), my Glock like my ID

Your engine finna stop, quit ridin' limits (Yep), we playin' in SRTs (Yep)

In my white tee (Yep), opps don't like me (Yep)

I know he gon' tell, give him a Pepsi and Italian beef (Yep)

You want me on your song, seven thousand for the feat

You know that it's summertime, it's hot, I got that brr on me

Lean with it, rock with it

She lyin', bitch, I did not hit it

Clean-ass eight of drank

Mix some Tris in with some pop with it

If I come from a drill and I still got shells, then that's a failed mission

You know we ain't got no problems, put belt to ass, you want it, you could get it (Yep)

Got my gun on me (Yep), got her on her knees (Yep)

All these diamonds around my neck (Yep), lil' bitch, I'm too icy (Yep)

Pull up gettin' buckets, nigga, play some D

No, you can't get up in this hot car, you scared of high speeds

BK, jump out blowin', BK scorin', straight-eight pull up roarin'

Mini Micro tappin', he got happy, let's fall on the floor

BK, he know he can't hide, we shoot straight through the door

He tried to run, we jump out, chase him, leave his family torn

Lean with it, rock with it

Four-nick', pull up, Glock city

Bounce out, ARP binary, he got stomped with it

Too many buttons hit his body, lil' bro glitchin', glitchin'

Keypad the striker, this a 4Matic, we stealin', stealin'

Gen5 on my side, I'll lean with it, rock his ass

I like BBLs, we can't fuck if you ain't got no ass

I'll hit your cut and dump the block down, then reload the mag

My niggas ready to kill, soon as you throw a shot, it ain't no turnin' back (Yep)

Got my gun on me (Yep), got her on her knees (Yep)

All these diamonds 'round my neck (Yep), lil' bitch, I'm too icy (Yep)

I up two hands and squeeze (Yep), my Glock like my ID

Your engine finna stop, quit ridin' limits (Yep), we playin' in SRTs (Yep)