[Intro]
Like I said it's your boy Lil B
It's the BasedGod on the beat
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I keep that chopper in the back
I keep that Mac in the front
I got more bitches online
I got them hoes getting drunk
We bout out in the day
We be out in LA
My n***as done came to that party
Living life everyday
I'm gon' stay with that pole
I'm gon' stay with that ladder
I'm coming down like Pimp C
I got that drink and that Fanta
Shout out to Atlanta
All we do is ball
Look at the sky, we superstars
The bitch talking about n***a February
I'm gon' need the motherfuckin' palm trees and sanctuary
I be mixing these bitches heads up, they be acting
I got options bitch, you know I'm trying to get married
Coming down in a Lexus
Shout out to Texas
Me and my young n***as coming down and we flexing
Pop your truck n***a and sip some lean
And fuck with me bitch, we on the team
[Chorus]
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean
(BasedGod)
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean

[Verse 2]
Fuck them n***as that did whatever they did to me
Bitch Mob I got n***as that doing time for me
I'm holding n***as back and I ain't taking no slack
My head hurt, I got so many knives up in my back
I can't see but my spider sense is tingling
Made in America, my n***a I'm just being me
N***as hating on me, looking through a glass
I was locked down but now I'm free at last
Rolls Royce or Bentley, n***a smoking that sour kush
I got options, I turned a life into a book
Everything you see n***a ain't what it look
N***a made a billion dollars writing a couple hooks
N***a playing with me, [?] for shit
N***as still mad about all my childhood shit
I guess I can't let it go so I'm getting high
N***a making fun of me, I'll send him to the sky

[Chorus]
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean
(BasedGod)
Drank on your lean baby, drank on your lean