[Verse]
I close my eyes, wishing I can fuckin' make it (I gotta make it)
I'm tired of being broke, God, I can't fucking take it (thank you lord)
I dream about all the shit that I want to do
Ride with a bad bitch, sippin' Grand Cru (Grand Cru)
SpaceGhostPurrp, I'mma bring this rap shit back (I'mma bring it back)
Thanks to Bricksquad, them niggas brought that trap shit back (the real)
My flow is like a train, the way I ride on a track
Never will I trust a bitch, they may stab you in the back (bitch)
I'mma' change the rap game, can't sell my soul for green (on God)
My swagger got the DJ Screw, chopping up, sipping lean (rest in peace)
When you stressing 'bout your hoe, nigga I'm just in-between
Put her ass to sleep with a stroke, she had a wet dream (fuck her right)
Nigga fuck selling coke, man I'm tryna sell beans
Nigga cut your speakers up, get your lighters, smoke your weed (lit it up)
Let the bass boost your high, purrp is what a nigga need (smoke slow)
Get your girl high to this shit, and make her pussy bleed (yeah)
[Refrain]
(Lean!) Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Gimme lean!)
Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Gimme lean!)
Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Lean!)
Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Gimme lean!)
(I-)
I close my eyes, wishing I can fuckin' make it (I gotta make it)
I'm tired of being broke, God, I can't fucking take it (thank you lord)
I dream about all the shit that I want to do
Ride with a bad bitch, sippin' Grand Cru (Grand Cru)
SpaceGhostPurrp, I'mma bring this rap shit back (I'mma bring it back)
Thanks to Bricksquad, them niggas brought that trap shit back (the real)
My flow is like a train, the way I ride on a track
Never will I trust a bitch, they may stab you in the back (bitch)
I'mma' change the rap game, can't sell my soul for green (on God)
My swagger got the DJ Screw, chopping up, sipping lean (rest in peace)
When you stressing 'bout your hoe, nigga I'm just in-between
Put her ass to sleep with a stroke, she had a wet dream (fuck her right)
Nigga fuck selling coke, man I'm tryna sell beans
Nigga cut your speakers up, get your lighters, smoke your weed (lit it up)
Let the bass boost your high, purrp is what a nigga need (smoke slow)
Get your girl high to this shit, and make her pussy bleed (yeah)
[Refrain]
(Lean!) Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Gimme lean!)
Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Gimme lean!)
Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Lean!)
Yes I love that lean, (I love lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (I'm a fiend!)
Yes I love that lean, (For that lean!) I'm like "Yes I gotta have that" (Gimme lean!)
(I-)
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