Back Onnat Lean

Stolen guns. Uh. Met the plug and I invested in some stolen guns. I’m back on that lean, bitch.

Yeah, I’m sipping. My girl might be mad at me, but I ain’t tripping. Yeah. Yeah. Got four of them.

Yeah, uh, but I keep throwing some, uh. My pops don’t even call me son. ThaRealTinnyy. Look.

I’m in Los Angeles with Cannabis, bought four of them. Partner keep on fucking up, but I keep

throwing some, Bitch, don’t call me son, my pops don’t even call me son. Met the plug and I

invested in some stolen guns. I’m back on that lean, bitch. Yeah, I’m sipping. My girl might be

mad at me, but I ain’t tripping.

Lil’ brother took a loss, I had to buy lil’ bro a glizzy. I do my shit, they bump my songs in different

cities. I buy exotic fours and fancy clothes just to wear it once. Make her touch her toes, I beat

her back like,

“Come here, girl. Don’t run.

” Smack that ass, I pull out fronter, I’m so street, don’t

get it done. I hopped on the road for ‘bows and came back with so much money. Tit for tat, that’s

how I’m coming.

Bitch, don’t get caught lacking. You know we pistol packing, split your balls all up in traffic. Feel

like Webbie, I’m a savage. Bitch, go ask my daddy. Beat that pussy up just like a knife, you

know I stab it. I say I pull out my camera, bitch, I’m not an amateur. I’m not gon’ show nobody,

baby, I’m not gon’ embarrass you. Your **** gonna be mad at you if he find out you fucking. If

he get out of line, gonna put them youngins in him for you.

I’m in Los Angeles with cannabis, bought four of them. Partner keep on fucking up, but I keep

throwing some, Bitch, don’t call me son, my pops don’t even call me son. Met the plug and I

invested in some stolen guns. I’m back on that lean, bitch. Yeah, I’m sipping. My girl might be

mad at me, but I ain’t tripping.

Lil’ brother took a loss, I had to buy lil’ bro a glizzy. I do my shit, they bump my songs in different

cities. 23 to 10, just told lil’ bro,

“Complete the mission.

” Two 23s, I love them when they hit,

them bitches ripping. Goyard bag ripping, I put too much shit up in it. Running up them digits,

I’m in New York like the Knicks. Flight delayed, they got me pissed. I feel played, they send the

diss. Ask me what I’m claiming, let ‘em know this shit for Stix. Loud pack, it smell like piss, this

your partner in this bitch. **** tried to throw a cross, I caught that shit like Steve Smith.

My lil’ youngin picked him off, told that boy to watch his lips. When I’m driving, watch the rear.

Shell shocks, so don’t get near. Better rock them with that steel. Tryna pop him like a pill. He

was speaking on my brother and they pussy ass got killed. I’m so for real.

I’m in Los Angeles with cannabis, bought four of them. Partner keep on fucking up, but I keep

throwing some, throwing some. Bitch, don’t call me son, my pops don’t even call me son. Met

the plug and I invested in some stolen guns. I’m back on that lean, bitch. Yeah, I’m sipping. My

girl might be mad at me, but I ain’t tripping. Lil’ brother took a loss, I had to buy lil’ bro a glizzy. I

do my shit, they bump my songs in different cities.