Lean Not Protein lyrics

[Chorus]
This is Patek Philippe
We got that sh*t right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n*gga, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a f*cking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green
This is Patek Philippe
We got that sh*t right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n*gga, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a f*cking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green

[Verse 1]
In just four days, I'm in double-G's
Skinny b*tches, that's my cup of tea
I run that sh*t up like it's for me
[?] got a couple O-Z's
Um, European denim, European shoes, yeah, a n*gga gotta have it
I turned a ten into a f*cking 20, yeah, the thought of [?] drink
Drink up Folgers, stank
Racks in the bank
Pass her the keisha, she might faint
Uh huh, Hennessy for the b*tches
Two hours later, now they throwing up
XVL what we throwing up
[?] can't f*ck with us

[Chorus]
This is Patek Philippe
We got that sh*t right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n*gga, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a f*cking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green
This is Patek Philippe
We got that sh*t right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n*gga, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a f*cking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green

[Verse 2]
Uh, I poured the sh*t up in the styrofoam
Then poured that sh*t out
For all of my n*ggas that's dead and gone
I'm switching the gears, doing 200
n*ggas can't follow me home
f*ck 12, they can get it, too
I'ma get it out of there and you know I'm gone
I broke her heart
I did her wrong, wrong, wrong
I'm so sorry, I can't help it, that's just the sh*t I be on
I just take shots of Patrón
She don't wanna leave me alone
I poured me a four in the Faygo
Then I dump the ashes in the Wraith, hoe

[Chorus]
This is Patek Philippe
We got that sh*t right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n*gga, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a f*cking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green
This is Patek Philippe
We got that sh*t right out the streets
I Maison Margiela'd on my feet
I might go Alexander McQueen
For them blue hundreds, n*gga, I'm a fiend
I could just sell a hoe a f*cking dream
I sip on lean, not protein
We run up the racks and we sipping green