feat. Iamsu!, Styles P & Troy Ave
[Bridge: Emilio Rojas]
And now we rollin in that â85, that â85
Yeah my shorty tatted up around the waistline
When you sleeping in the motherf-ckinâ day time
Iâm gettinâ lowered by all my bitches but they stay high
[Hook x2: Emilio Rojas]
Cause all we do is lean, lean on em
Got some bitches in the back with something mean on em
Yeah we lean on em, yeah we lean on em
And when I finish, Iâmma sick the f-cking team on em
[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
Bad spanish bitches with some ass shots
Get it rollinâ with the team like a mascot
Matte black â85 in them back lots
Speedinâ down that mother f-ckin black top
Rollinâ with my spinx thats its
Anybody wanna pop that shit?
And make it hit with a lil bit of fists
Until they drop and that is it
You can find me with some pretty lil mommyâs
Gettin low up in the heights where they watchinâ us Crown Vâs
We livinâ, sinner not a religion
Never gonna ask with no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness
Yeah we get it, we livinâ off the interest
All these bitches doinâ lines like err day an audition
Iâm taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines
Yaâll never fly I argue bitches that stand by
And we be gettinâ things money cant buy
Young Spanish mother f-cker on the ride
[Bridge:]
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: Iamsu!]
Tell the Jamaican homies pass the dutches
I canât stand you niggas like Uncle Ruckus
And these rappers be doing a bunch of nothinâ
But I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan
Like doing what pays me, always dressing crazy
Pullinâ up with badass Bâs like Jay-Z
Whatâs the dealio?
Itâs young Suzy Holiday in the millio
Rollinâ in them A5 Audiâs
What you know about it?
Leaninâ on them fools like I ate a weed brownie
Wavy on these haters then, now they all drowning
Money counting, every outing
And its heartbreak til my heart break
You should par take
Playing us is like hopping in the shark tank
Itâs the gang in your ear
Stay in your lane cause weâll end your career
[Bridge:]
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Lean on em, yeah they lean on em
He got swag but he dont got no cream on em
If he did, he wouldâve put the beam on em
Got the iron and he donât want no steam on em
Yeah I lean on em, big body V
Look at my company assume I sold the a lot of thee
Them niggas spending it, like they won the lottery
Me, Iâm a plant man, fill me up like pottery
For real though, Iâm viscious on a MI
See I used to make ryhmes, grippin on the semiâs
Scramblinâ, these the ramblinâs of a Jedi
Late night, in the hallway with the red eyes
Lean on em, them nigga kick stand
Murder mommyâs magazines keep your distance
Iâm in the gut, with the sound and the piff round rims
Something mean, got sixteen on six vents lean on em
[Bridge:]
[Hook: x2]
[Verse 4: Tro Ave]
Itâs Troy Ave Iâm that nigga, dont mean to boast
A BK well-known dealer heavy in coke
White leather in chin-chilla the top off
Late like a swag fiend who pop dope
Iâm fixinâ to pop off, and you sold that
Fixinâ the pot whippin salt where the dough at?
Show me the money, Iâll say it more clearer
Show me the money, and show me a mirror
Reflectinâ on my past, pedal gettinâ masked
High speed paper chase straight ahead to cash
Money off the bates, money chosen hate
Murder was the case when he came and bought the wakes
[Hook: x2]