[Intro]
(What you gon' do with all that cash?)
Uh

[Chorus: Scorey]
Okay, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, my .40 cocked in it
I started trappin', had a dream, hit the block with it
Pull up on the scene, in a Beam' with some thots in it
My hands clean, all I need is some knots in it
A beam and the Glock wit' it, whole lot of shots in it
Pull up and we wettin' up the scene, I don't box n***as
Lately, I've been talkin' to my demons a lot
I been tryna heal the damage with the beans that I pop

[Verse 1: Scorey]
All my n***as pop shit, better not get clean with this mop
Step on any n***a that been gettin' seen with the opps
Hit his blind side, all that n***a seen was a dot
Movin' lazy, I've been throwin' all this lean in my pop
Okay, touch down on 'em, n***a, side with the Scoresum
I see thеy been slidin', it's to make sure that the scorе up
Ever since we took a L, my lil' n***as turnt up
Twizzy get to blickin' with that stick, he tryna burn some
Every mornin' clickin' on that strip, that's when the first-come
Actin' stupid hit him in his shit, I bet he learned some
We be in the hood until the mornin' when them birds come
Smoke him like a 'Wood, all that mournin' won't return him
[Chorus: Scorey]
Okay, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, my .40 cocked in it
I started trappin', had a dream, hit the block with it
Pull up on the scene, in a Beam' with some thots in it
My hands clean, all I need is some knots in it
A beam and the Glock wit' it, whole lot of shots in it
Pull up and we wettin' up the scene, I don't box n***as
Lately, I've been talkin' to my demons a lot
I been tryna heal the damage with the beans that I pop

[Verse 2: YSN Flow]
Bro said there's some snakes in the grass, bet, I'm tryna cut the shit
She mad we ain't kick it, but I been out with my other bitch
Clutch up on my weapon, I know these n***as on other shit
If you ain't hold it down when I was down, you ain't my brother then
Used to run the block, now we tryna pull up in Cullinans
Money from the trap, suffocate the racks with some rubber bands
Runnin' on a wheel like I'm tryna play with the other hand
Posted, still that block gon' be where I put my mother in

[Bridge: YSN Flow]
Pour lean, load 'em fours
PTSD made me bring my thing on the roll
Dirty money but I look so clean in these clothes
Bro been plotting, he just put a beam on a pole
Now he clean off them toes
Now I say–
[Refrain: YSN Flow]
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, Telly got some thots in it
With the n***as who had hit a thang when I hopped in it
New denim jeans, put some bands and a Glock in it
Count my killers on it like a thang, he won't stop spittin'

[Chorus: Scorey]
Okay, lean wit' it, rock wit' it, my .40 cocked in it
I started trappin', had a dream, hit the block with it
Pull up on the scene, in a Beam' with some thots in it
My hands clean, all I need is some knots in it
A beam and the Glock wit' it, whole lot of shots in it
Pull up and we wettin' up the scene, I don't box n***as
Lately, I've been talkin' to my demons a lot
I been tryna heal the damage with the beans that I pop