Lean In - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I told this bitch, "lean in", 'cause she don't know the meanin'

I don't want them creepin', 'cause I got choppers and beans, yeah

Hold up, like Lil B

Jump them boys like trampoline

In the trap with triple lean

Bands on, bands on, bands on me

I been tryin' so hard not to stress out, tryin' so hard not to lead 'em

Tryna figure out a team now, tryna figure out what the teams are

I'ma jump over the moon, yeah, never ate with a spoon, yeah

She wanna come to— ooh, she wanna come to the room, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh, and this bit' go vroom, when we chill in June

Yeah, you think too deep 'bout that shit

Yeah, I ain't tryna geek, but she tryna beat, that's my bitch

Uh, and I met yo' slut, I been tryna hit that, heh-heh-heh

Huh, tryna flip that heater, uh, flip that switch, oh yeah-yeah

Uh, uh, I ain't tryna go back to Paris, yeah, without you

Said "That bitch ain't serious," it's okay I laps you

Uh, she said, I'm artistic, I'ma just rap, then I rap too

I told this bitch "lean in", 'cause she don't know the meanin'