[Intro]
(See I'm fresh though, you see how I'm coming, man?)
(Off White on with the 1's, with the G-Fazos, this shit hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Too fresh, fresh to death, Gucci on me too)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (And I'm freestyling, ya dig?, uh)
Ayy, huh

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, uh
Catch my vibe, uh (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
She can blow on my tеam, but she can't blow my high (She can't blow my high)
I'm cooling with my guys (Uh), evеry day I get high (Huh)
Lean, lean, 'till I die (Huh, aye)
Here it go, aye, I ain't the same n***a I was a year ago
I never been in no trap house, boy, that shit a miracle
But my brother in that trap house, whippin' that shit like miracle
All-white whip like Miracle
Fuck that bitch from the back, she screamin', singin' negro spirituals
I got this shit sealed, lil' bitch, like I laced up an envelope
You not dope, you anti-dope
I'm Travis with that antidote
Cigarette, you got the smoke
You run up on me, you get poked
Blow down, Illuminati take your soul now
Kendrick, I may take control now
Uh, she like, "Woah, now"
Fuck her too fast, slow down
I'm finna last, I'm off the Perc'
Save no ho', not up in church
I could swear, I could merch, huh
I'll put you right in the dirt, R. Kelly with it, you know I'ma flirt, huh
I'm Bill Cosby off the molly, huh, baby, I'm goin' berserk, huh
I'ma probably catch a body, huh, and put yo' team on the shirt
[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Yeah, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis


[Verse 2]
Uh, I done fell in love with the codeine
Uh, I don't think that codeine know me
Uh, My bitch on the table, catching nose bleeds
Uh, I ain't never fuck with the nose bleeds
Uh, wasted, doing drugs in my basement
Fuckin' that bitch every day, shit, I need a bae-cation
Miami, I'm waiting
That bitch high, no Satan
I've been contemplating, I've been chasing greatness
Yeah, huh, I'm in the cut with the drugs, yeah
Body all under the rug, yeah
I don't got time for the lust, yeah
I don't got time for love, you don't got time for us
Tick-tock, time is up, aye
I need a timer, Glock sing like CeCe Winans
Rollie on me, changing climates
Fresh as honest
[Mumbling]
That shit is just too timeless
Whipping that shit like ramen
Fucking that bitch like omen
Closing my eyes like Amen
[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis

[Verse 3]
Uh, uh, uh
Catch my vibe, uh (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
She can blow on my team, but she can't blow my high (She can't blow my high)
I'm cooling with my guys (Uh), every day I get high (Huh)
Lean, lean, 'till I die (Huh, aye)
Break my heart if you wanna
I'll be sittin', drinking, I ain't drivin' I'm on a corner
Ballin' super hard, in the morning
Time [?]
[Mumbling]
Hit it that's a bonus
Guns come in three like Jonas
Enter all the commas
Digits, count it up like exponents
That bitch finna fuck on me because you know I own it
Hit it like I own it
Then forget it, I'on want it, yeah
Xanny
I take that with every meal
Swallow that a half a pill
I'm in the six with a mil
I'm in LA with a mil
I'm boolin' up in the hills
On my phone looking for pills, yeah
The feel is real
Withdraws got me sweating me, new draws
Pull up on scene .40 on me shoot
Like dang bullshit no [?]
Im on the scene with my new dog
Im on the scene with a new leash
Im off the chain I'm a new beast
N***as they think that they know me
Bitches they suck and they blow me
Bitch I be ballin' like Kobe, plus Jenobli
Time is money got a Rollie
I smoke backwoods bitch [?]
Feel like Stokely
Feel like Stokely
Feel like Stokely
Jason, Friday the 13th
Bitch check the date
I'll be waitin'
(Stop, stop)
(And I'm freestyling, ya dig)

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis

[Verse 4]
Uh, uh, uh
Catch my vibe, uh (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
She can blow on my team, but she can't blow my high (She can't blow my high)
I'm cooling with my guys (Uh), every day I get high (Huh)
Lean, lean, 'till I die (Huh, aye)
Off-White on my coat
You will get dropped like soap
Run up on me you'll get hit
You will get hit like a note
.40 pop off like zits
Told your bitch suck my dick
Forget the tip
Deepthroat that shit and then swallow my kids
I'm in the cut with a nina
Wet a n***a up like aquafina
Run up on me Imma hit 'em
Gun sing like it's Justin bieber
Bitch I'm high no fever
Bring the house down no Queen Latifah
Smoke like Wiz Khalifa
OG all over my reefer
Momma heard my newest song
She said that I'm wrong
Not my fault I do drugs, that's where I belong
I was in the cut boolin' with the gang-gang
You can't hang if you ain't gang
That's what Bibby said
In the cut totin'
Pull up on the scene I know it
Bitch on my dick
She goin', goin'
Coke in her nose she snowing
Fuckin' my friend, she hoeing
Bitch you know it
You ain't know that I know it
Plug all on my phone
He say the lean comin' through
I say come on
I need a four, maybe a few
And my homie bringing the [?]
I been having the blues
I ain't been poppin' the blues
So, I've been having the blues
Perc pop, get saved like a church, stop
She ride my dick like a bike
Kid on boondocks
I remember hiding xans
In my two socks
Selling them shits in class
I got them shits off

[Chorus]
Lean plug on my phone, huh, I need red, no purple
You's a fake one, huh, fuck up out my circle
She give me nerdy brain, huh, that bitch Steve Urkel
You try to take my cash, huh, boy, that's straight murder
You say you richer than who? Uh, that shit unheard of
I been running up bands, these n***as uncertain
If you run up on me, you dead, huh
That shit closed curtain
She blowin' my dick like Kurtis, blow, blow, Kurtis
Uh, uh, uh
Catch my vibe, uh (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
She can blow on my team, but she can't blow my high (She can't blow my high)
I'm cooling with my guys (Uh), every day I get high (Huh)
Lean, lean, 'till I die (Huh, aye)