[Intro]
SammyBoy!

[Chorus]
Go, go, go
Baby, I'm leaning
Baby, I'm leaning
Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go)
Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go)
Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go, uh)
Could I lean on you? (Oh)
Could I lean on you? (Oh my God, go)

[Verse]
She wanna lean right on me
That Wockhardt shit so damn sweet
She say I'm cool, n***a, and I'm sweet
I'm just a cool n***a from the streets
I'm bored, n***a, who got the wheels?
Killed a n***a, now he think he real
She tellin' me her problems, I ain't Dr. Phil
Glock 26, look like Stuart Little
Can't even shoot, yo gun too little
We all can't fit, yo car too little
Send a fyed n***a to the hospital
Smokin' gelato and Skittles
Beat a n***a out his pull-outs, where yo grillz at?
I'm in the hood, n***a, where the Thrills at?
I catch me a opp, n***a, I'ma grill that
Smokin' on medication, I can feel that
My head fucked up, where the feel at?
So we can bring out them damn Macs
You look like 6ix9ine, a damn rat
She sent me n***s, three pictures attached
Damn, damn, damn
You would've thought that I scammed
Beamer car, n***a, this ain't no Ram
I'm fuckin' a hood bitch, she got a soft voice
Dropped outta school, bitch, it was my choice
Hi-Tech and Wock, that's my choice
I'm in a Beamer car, not a Rolls Royce
N***a tried me, must wanna go
Yo bitch love that [?] (Go, go, go, go)
Keep that 30 round, and it's on me, hoe
Like a stripper bitch, man, I keep the pole
Stick on me, keep a North Pole
Lean on me, in a Faygo
I'm 17 with say-so
I'm 17 wit' a lot of pesos
I'm in the hood, pouring up a fo'
I'm in the hood, throwing a big ass four
I'm sippin' on drank, n***a, 'til I throw up
Fuck wit' me, bitch, you gon' glo up
I'm being for real, I ain't talkin' bout Sosa
Bitch, stop calling my name
Fuck that shit, man, roll up a strain
Fuck that shit, man, roll up my pain
I'm a hood n***a, still smoke a gang
I'm a young n***a, still in the game
And I know n***as gon' hate
My plug, he British and he say "mate"
ATL, n***a, I'ma skate if I see the Jakes, n***as be so fake, n***as be so lame though
Push up on yo gang though
Choppa hittin' all y'all
I don't wear knock offs
That bitch ugly, now I'm soft
Trap it out, trap it out in the loft
Real n***a, and you not at all
[Chorus]
Go, go, go
Baby, I'm leaning
Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go)
Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go)
Baby, I'm leaning (Go, go, uh)
Baby, I'm leaning
Could I lean on you? (Uh, go)
Could I lean on you? (Uh, go)
Oh my God, go