Off The Lean

(Pipe that shit up, TnT) How long can he go? (Thanks, Yakree) I was shinin' hard, I was grindin' When they see me, I was gone from off the lean Smokin' dope, dope, dope When they see me, I was beamin', beamin' Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on Ayy, ayy, on They thought they'll never see me on Ayy, ayy, on, on Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you know I paid for it For that money, we untamed boy, I was locked up in them chains for it My mama know it, I ain't doin' no back and forth, I catch him, whack the boy Got racks, I stay with that money on galore and I started off trappin' for it I'm in a Bentley GT, park this bitch inside the street Pull up, they like, "There go YB," fresh as I could fuckin' be I be keepin' they chest on bottom my feet, and I don't miss no beat I be wearin' Pateks and Cuban links, the cheapest cost 13 Sick, I ain't got no cough, you ain't never noticed since I be off codeine Grimy, I'm out that North, she fuck with me, she wan' fuck with me Cutthroat like my mama, you know I'm known to pull off mysterious things I like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk Jeep Stackin' up my money, nigga, they wanna see my bank on E Them bitch-ass niggas tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, dang, boy Podcast niggas be mentioning me, take off on 'em 20 mill' on 20 mill', you better watch my name, boy When they see me, I was gone from off the lean Smokin' dope, dope, dope When they see me, I was beamin', beamin' Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on Ayy, ayy, on They thought they'll never see me on Ayy, ayy, on, on Nigga, stack that shit, that's another M That's a new attempt, hold on, stop this bitch I'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pit Hmm, he came straight home from the Feds, and he got twice as rich In Atlanta, won't say that I won't fight, I'm bringin' out the stick This lil' ho' just talkin' 'bout what she don't like, she just bitin' my dick You got a question if YoungBoy rich, you slower than a bitch They boycott, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shit Buy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon' have a fit From a cell to livin' lavish, how realer can it get? Turnt down that deal to save the whole clique, how triller can I get? Hit the car lot, ain't no pic, make sure I ball out 'round this bitch Off the lean, I'm smokin' shit make you hallucinate, one hit To my PO as I go, I take a piss that's with a stench Mr. feelin' ready, I been sellin' tunes, I ain't got no bricks I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit When they see me, I was gone from off the lean Smokin' dope, dope, dope When they see me, I was beamin', beamin' Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on Ayy, ayy, on They thought they'll never see me on Ayy, ayy, on, on