[Intro: YA]
Yo, Ril, this shit crazy
Y-Y-Young Grape Beatz
Grr, powers
Ayy, gang shit
NR, No Remorse
Baow, grrr

[Verse 1: YA & Lucii]
Saw the thing on my hip
He departed quickly (Grrt)
I take time with the drills that I do
To not leave clues, the blues wan' nick me (Mhm)
SG got taken down
The gang got 'round to clart them pitneys (Pitneys)
And I don't like brown skin tings
But I like brownies on my fingers, itchy
(Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I got Luc' in the ride, he's twitchy
Demons get to the mandem's heads (Demons)
Takes one phone call for a death
Two man hop off the ped with 'chеtes (Ay, ching that)
Think they're strеssed 'cah your friend got kweffed
Z did legs, so he couldn't get benched
True say YA fucks with the Govs
So I lurk with the squad, and we wet his friends (Powers)
[Chorus: Lucii]
(Luc', luc')
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it

[Verse 2: YA & Lucii]
A hundred percent of the time, man ride (100)
You can't lie, try talk on mine
I ain't never seen none of these guys outside (Never)
'Cause you might die if you slip on the glide (Baow)
Idiots skippin' on flicks but they rap bout sticks
That shit's just lies (Liars)
Screamin' out, "Fuck the hills," 'cause he's vacant
Laugh when I bill your friend 'cause he died (LOL)
Yes, twenty-two inch down legs
Let's step, put 'chetes deep in a man's chest
I want bread, I don't do rest
TT comes leng, fling that in the Rex (Whip that)
Demons, demons deep in my head
My ZK's long, I had Z1 stretched (Ching)
Ching, chop off the weight that's dead
For the best, best burn that bridge if he's wet (Burn)
[Chorus: Lucii]
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it

[Verse 3: Tzgwala & Lucii]
If I lean with dish, you'll be left not right
If a big dog lean out the window
Barkin', it's hittin' your chest on time (Grr, woof)
It'd be hittin' your chest like rain, no chase
I'm cookin' up lean, no Sprite (Nah)
Come equipped when we lean on guys
T-shirt or bally, we been on glides (We have)
Three-man hop out the ride
Just swings and chings
Would've thought that he's seein' his life
But this yute come fast like Usain (Nyooh)
You couldn't catch my man on a bike (No way)
It's all mental, fill up the tank with petrol
Dust if we see blue lights (Calm)
'Cause we stay in the ride with a lead dispense
Or it could be the craziest knife
Luc' said it, you slip and he's taking your life (Burn)
[Chorus: Lucii]
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it
Lean wit' it, beam wit' it
Aim that high, man sweep wit' it
Eat wit' it, man shit wit' it
I won't let that jam, keep cleanin' it