[Verse 1: Hazy Eli E a.k.a. Sinista Menice]

I chill with my team by the back of the pool

Sippin on lean, man you know how we do

And if you sip too, you can chill, you cool

I see my homies pull up in their new A2

My lean in my breath and my eyes in the sky

Deciding if I'm in or out for polo tonight

Marshall texted me earlier

I better reply

I don't wanna get wet

I'm looking too damn fly

The name's Hazy Eli and I'm riding dirty

Sizzurp in my cup and my head is hurting

Pop some advil before I get to murking

No evidence here, just quit your searching

I drop the jollies in and they float to surface

Cops roll by and they making me nervous

Million dollar checks that I sign in cursive

Cook Castro, bring that boy to the surface

Why are other drinks here, I mean what's the purpose

We got lean here, so we can get to slurpin

With that boy, and also call that purpin

Can't really sleep with Ajani lurkin

[Verse 2: Vanilla Chinchilla]

5 hour energy, pop tarts and lean

Got the Dortch diet down pretty damn clean

Coke and water is what powers this machine

It keeps me going, chasing after that green

They call me Vanilla Chinchilla

Trying to make a milla

Using that warfare, guerrilla

I’m a cold blooded killa

Who got sentenced for years

For ending these careers

With these rhymes you hear

And these dimes you fear

From a kid at 5’6”

With all these sick kicks

Getting ready to mix

Fools on the New York Knicks

Because I ball like no other

The original splash brothers

Against this d that smothers

Whack rappers like Donald Glover

Wayne Dortch rolling through big red and bald

Looks like he got his clothes at the local strip mall

All he trying to do is come out and play some ball

Yet all he really can do is sit in the paint and stand tall

Stand Tall? No, not like those fools at de la salle

Who could probably play and beat the starting squad at Cal

But i know they would struggle against me and my pals

Who are about to be working at Lake Temescal

[Verse 3: El Cartel]

I wake up everyday drinking that purple, I'm like mace windu

Chilling on deck with my brothers their the crew

At times we feel slow like Yoda

But at the same time we hyphy off the sprite soda

Got brains that feel like they're floating in anti gravity

Walk into the bar on tattooing and Han solo the weak, I call that a fatality

Let me be real, my boy vanilla chinchilla can't get any whiter

But he still acts as if he were black like a pilot of a TIE fighter

I'm so skilled in the force when I'm on lean I can death choke you

My bars are on the outer rim like the planet Mustafar, lava pools always on spew

I'm the realist there will ever be

Other rappers are like battle droids

I'm a jedi on steroids

I'm the last thing they will ever see

El Cartel, off the dome

[Verse 4: D-Wally]

I explode from the mean lean streets of leanameda

New dream team spouting off, check your water meter

O7's going balls to the walls of the ship

Sorry I meant bald, call that a Floydian slip

O7 is the torch with the rhymes that'll scorch

And our lines have the shine of the head of Marshall Dortch

Ocean's 7 will harangue with our Wu-Tang bang

While the fangs of our slang leave interrobangs

My rhymes keep getting taller from the words of a scholar

While all your manlet bars do is to keep getting smaller

D-Wally will wrap you up with a collar made of dollars

Yet another weak rapper made the victim of a baller

Faster and faster these rappers come like a blaster

But like Navraj, they just go from last to laster

Yeah, you just witnessed the birth of a flow master

Victimizing fools to the tune of disaster

[Verse 5: Dolla Dolla Bill]

Make it rain with dem pesos

Push it down through your facehole

I be making all this bank while you drink the soup from the ladle

I'm dolla Bill

Bill the thrill

And I'm out for the kill

If you got a low ranking

You'll get a good spanking

If you can't read you're Wright

You're as dark as the night

Master Wayne

Better take flight

Better fly butterfly

I'll lean as high as the sky

Why don't you lay down and die

Cyanide

Suicide

Then I'm after your hide

You know life ain't fair

No one knows that you're there

My lean gone like thin air

Gone like Mitchell's thin hair

So plant a tree, grow a pair

That's a dare

And lock them boys down

Air tight Tupperware

[Verse 6: 2Chinz]

This summer tryn get a job and get hired

BUt I can’t cause I sip too much lean and get tired

The purple machine makes me feel mean

And to keep up with my habit I gotta start selling that green

Some may call me a fiend, and that’s fine

At least I ain’t spending all my benjis on hookers and wine

I’m just out here tryna shine

And turn up the bass in my 67 Alpine

No wait I drive a Beamer not a Chevy

God damn this lean makin me feel heavy

You know I gotta shout out to my boy Wayne Dortch

We out smoking backwoods on his porch

Even though he ain’t whippin in the Porsche

He’s coachin us till his throat goes hoarse

Don’t fuck with long course, only short course

We always show up to the meet strapped with the Taurus // a Taurus is a make of gun

And you know everyone in the league adore us

Shout out to OGG WACC

[Verse 7: Just-Dubs a.k.a. J-WowW]

Listerine, super clean, we be out here sippin lean

Im in first place, yeah things ain't always what they seem

32 ounces of that lean we be sippin

All my goons up here we be trippin

We gettin this money quick

Quicker than Michael Vick

So quick that we gettin lit

They say what goes up must come down

But i ain’t a believer in givin up this crown

Ok, this lean flows better than the blood in my veins

I might take every single thang and mix it up with my drank

You better listen, hear every word that I say

Don’t try to act like these Hornets ain’t runnin the Bay

They always asking whats my type

I say the ones that live up to the hype

Dribble, fake, cross and continue

That’s the type of ball that we play in this venue

[Verse 8: Jack the Tripper aka Kid Staxx]

Coming out with style like Hunter Thompson

Since I started rapping my pockets get fatter than Action Bronson

Going to league this week, asking Castro if they want some

But they don't want none

Down like the rain, pulling back the hammer

Pissed off my boy Sam got sent to the slammer

He had a rough night, his cellmate was the man Jammer

Alright, that's enough

Now it's time to sip on that purple stuff

Gotta wake up in three hours, head to the weight room and get buff

My team out here, already designating Mitchell to duff

Ajani in the corner sipping on some orange Crush

Dortch comes out, tells us to lift and hush

I think he's just mad, cause he ain't got no hair

He said that joke's getting old and his patience is starting to wear

We all think that's unfair

Cause that's the only one we got

But then during my lifting came to me a thought

About Marshall when he was 16

Had to shave his legs for his team

He told us he had younger girls do it, to tell you the truth that fact made me squeam

I can't believe he said it like there ain't nothing to it

Time to sip some mind eraser, pass me back the lean

I want to get heavy with that purple machine

Sizzurp in my cup, don't care if you call me a fiend

I'm on my bed, staring at the ceiling trying to read

The purple tree is already planted, the seed

Once this leanameda drops, I hope all my boys get freed

But right now the squad gotta take a trip to Chuck E Cheese