LeanOnYou lyrics

[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 sh*t so damn sweet
She say I'm cool, n*gga, and I'm sweet
I'm just a cool n*gga from the streets
I'm bored, n*gga, who got the wheels?
Killed a n*gga, 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*gga to the hospital
Smokin' gelato and Skittles
Beat a n*gga out his pull-outs, where yo grillz at?
I'm in the hood, n*gga, where the Thrills at?
I catch me a opp, n*gga, I'ma grill that
Smokin' on medication, I can feel that
My head f*cked up, where the feel at?
So we can bring out them damn Macs
You look like 6ix9ine, a damn rat
She sent me nudes, three pictures attached
Damn, damn, damn
You would've thought that I scammed
Beamer car, n*gga, this ain't no Ram
I'm f*ckin' a hood b*tch, she got a soft voice
Dropped outta school, b*tch, it was my choice
Hi-Tech and Wock, that's my choice
I'm in a Beamer car, not a Rolls Royce
n*gga tried me, must wanna go
Yo b*tch love that [?] (Go, go, go, go)
Keep that 30 round, and it's on me, hoe
Like a stripper b*tch, 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*gga, 'til I throw up
f*ck wit' me, b*tch, you gon' glo up
I'm being for real, I ain't talkin' bout Sosa
b*tch, stop calling my name
f*ck that sh*t, man, roll up a strain
f*ck that sh*t, man, roll up my pain
I'm a hood n*gga, still smoke a gang
I'm a young n*gga, still in the game
And I know n*ggas gon' hate
My plug, he British and he say "mate"
ATL, n*gga, I'ma skate if I see the Jakes, n*ggas be so fake, n*ggas be so lame though
Push up on yo gang though
Choppa hittin' all y'all
I don't wear knock offs
That b*tch ugly, now I'm soft
Trap it out, trap it out in the loft
Real n*gga, 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