Lean Chronicles (Remix) lyrics

Okay
Come on
OTF, n*gga
Hey
Lately, I've been feeling all the hate, what should I do with n*ggas?
Feel my fingers touch the pape', ain't sh*t to prove to n*ggas
I'm big dog, who let you off the leash? You a poodle, n*gga
No CCW, don't need a class, just a shooter n*gga
Pine-Sol, if it's on the floor, then come move it, n*gga
Slime ball, I'll call lil' bro to come goo a n*gga
Time, dog, if he move too slow, I'm in suit the n*gga
Told you how I'm really out my top, I'm a ruthless n*gga
I'm too busy chasing Ws, I can't chase you, b*tch
But don't forget that I'm the n*gga that made you, b*tch
Told my opp, "You a broke pus*y, I slayed you, b*tch"
Damn, hold on, hold on, hold on
That's what you told the n*gga?
Yeah, come on, bro, just kick this b*tch back up
Ho, I can't pop the hood to get the Glock, I'll shake you, b*tch
Or slam your pus*y ass on the ground, I'll pavе you, b*tch
You don't know gymnastics with this K, but I'll make you flip
This purple that I got from so-and-so, it'll make you sh*t (ugh)
Honеstly, you too honest for me, who made you snitch?
Who? Alright, yeah
Watch this
I wonder if they get the message, I ain't going broke
Ran up damn near 300 racks at that corner store
You could catch me in the hood where you wouldn't wanna go
Or down south, I asked them n*ggas what they get the oranges for
Oh, y'all paying 80 what? I'm finna send a load
Matter of fact, I'm shooting off right now, b*tch, where you finna go?
After 12:00 a.m., ain't no catching sales, b*tch, the kitchen closed
30 shells will wet him like a whale, they going fishing for him
Throw the n*gga in the lake, we treat him like bait
High as f*ck, thought I was finna nut, I peed in her face
Casket open, hit him in the chest, I let him keep his face
Made 60 racks in six hours, I'm going to sleep at eight
Treat his head like a pint of red, we finna bust it open
I know you ain't finna snatch my chain, you see me clutching, don't you?
40 bullets like a pedophile, they keep touching on you
How the f*ck it's beef if we ain't never dropped a hundred on you?
Some Northside n*ggas looking for me, I'm at Alger's place
My pockets stuffed with blue huns, you got all the space
Me and Diesel going eight for eight, we got all the drank
Drop 200 shots in the crowd and make you crawl away
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, man
Know what the f*ck going on