Shoulder Lean Young Dro (Ft. T.I.)

[Intro]
C Gutta

[Chorus: T.I.]
Let me see you bounce right to left and let your (Shoulder lean)
Hey, hey, let your (Shoulder lean), yeah, just let your (Shoulder lean)
Hey, ayy, get it right, two-step, and let your (Shoulder lean)
Ayy, hey, let your (Shoulder lean), ayy, just let your (Shoulder lean)
Hey, let me see you bounce right to left and let your (Shoulder lean)
Ayy, hey, let your (Shoulder lean), ayy, ayy, let your (Shoulder lean)
Ayy, get it right, two-step, and let your (Shoulder lean)
Yuh, just let your (Shoulder lean), ayy, ayy, hey, let your (Shoulder lean)
Yeah, yeah, ugh-ayy!

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Dro! I'm clean in this bitch (Okay)
Now I'm finna shoulder lean in this bitch (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, buck, carbon 15 in this bitch (Okay)
This Grand Hustle, team of kings is getting rich
I lean and get lit, lima bean Six
I take breath, the opposite of Primatene Mist (Yeah)
I ride twenty-six and let my nine screens flip (Yuh)
Dro be watching Oprah, Mac 9 up in a clip
Triple-black Phantom (Okay), nigga, nah, it ain't Tip (What's up)
With Lucky Charms, diamonds, man, but nah, it ain't Flip (Hey)
Hey, bounce (Bounce), okay, then I let my shoulder lean
And I bet my car talk, and I bet my motor clean (Okay)
Suicide-door brown Rover look like pork and beans (Okay)
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smoking me
Dro! Hoes scoping me, ice come from Boca Ree-ton
Hundred karats have 'em froze for an eon (Okay now)
Red, black, and white Chevy, now I'm riding Deion
Put them lights off in my rims (Ayy, okay), now I'm riding neon
Our cars look like crayon, hoes know I'm the man though (Yeah)
I can shoulder lean, I don't know how to dance though