LYRIC

[Intro: Chris King]
SPXCELY
Nigga, nigga done poured up in New York
In the middle of California, do the math
(Niggas wan' be the motherfuckin' gang, nigga, fuck what you talkin' 'bout)
Huh
(Yeah, you know I love my lean)

[Chorus: Chris King]
I love my lean, girl, where the pint at? (Where the pint at?)
I'm always rockin' that rare shit, where you find that? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Wanna bust down on the watch, girl, perfect timin' (Perfect timin')
But don't you lose your eyesight from my diamonds, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just keep a mafia, it's always Snotty Nose, don't go outside there, no (Don't go outside then)
Fuck a side-chick, 'cause on my side, that's my strap fire, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring the lowlifes to backdoor, they gon' slime that, yeah, yeah
I go bar for bar, every bar brazy, go rewind that, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Chris King]
This that million-dollar chokehold [?] (Ha)
The way I'm gettin' money, they think it's Illuminati (Yeah)
I ain't impressed too easy, my stepmother got a Masi' (Ha)
See myself in a foreign, experience out of body
Just because a nigga Snotty don't mean that I'm actin' sloppy (Nah)
Bougie 'til I'm dead but the money still gettin' copied (Blat)
Skin too smooth but my neck lookin' rocky (Ha)
Trap boom Sunday, Saturday, restock it (Come on)
Twenty on the soda just to pour it in exotic (Poured)
The chances of winning a young nigga's microscopic (Ha)
We keep the piece, we increase the violence
If you ask me right there, that shit ironic
Keep metal arms, prosthetic, bionic (Yeah)
Pour syrup up, it ain't Aunt Jemima (Lean)
My diamonds wet like my bitch vagina
We want the smoke, bitch, where do we sign up? (Ha)
(SPXCELY)

[Chorus: Chris King]
I love my lean, girl, where the pint at? (Where the pint at? Yeah)
I'm always rockin' that rare shit, where you find that? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Wanna bust down on the watch, girl, perfect timin' (Perfect timin', yeah)
But don't you lose your eyesight from my diamonds, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just keep a mafia, it's always Snotty Nose, don't go outside there, no (Don't go outside, no)
Fuck a side-chick, 'cause on my side, that's my strap fire, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring the lowlifes to backdoor, they gon' slime that, yeah, yeah
I go bar for bar, every bar brazy, go rewind that, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I fell in love with Codeine (Codeine)
All my bitches treat me like a king (A king, so big)
I give her anything in the world but a ring
'Cause she been dumb from the start (Dumb from the start)
Lately, been doin' my part (Part)
Been through a lot, you can see all the scars (See all the scars)
Poppin' shit way before IG (Poppin')
My bitch so bad with her perfect lil' body (Perfect lil' body)
Runnin' with blood, run that beat like Bugatti (Beat like Bugatti)
Sippin' on lean, I done drunk a Ferrari (Drunk a Ferrari)
I had to grind for it (Grind for it)
They hatin' on my downfall (They hatin' on my—)
Jumped off the porch and I knew how to hustle (Knew how to hustle)
I kept on working then I got the muscle (I got the muscle)
I'm screamin', "Free all my dawgs out the cages" (Cages)
And we too rich for some minimum wages (Minimum wage)
YSL, sell out the show and we ragin' (Ragin')
Everything litty, can't do nothin' basic (Do nothin' basic)
Drinking that lean 'til I'm falling asleep (Falling asleep)
I love when them blue hundreds stacked and they neat (Stacked and they neat)
When I be fucking, she tell me, "Go beat" (Tell me, "Go beat")
Baby, you just a reflection of me ('Flection of me)
That's why

[Chorus: Chris King & Lil Duke]
I love my lean, girl, where the pint at? (On God)
I'm always rockin' that rare shit, where you find that? Oh yeah, oh yeah (On God)
Wanna bust down on the watch, girl, perfect timin'
But don't you lose your eyesight from my diamonds, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just keep a mafia, it's always Snotty Nose, don't go outside there, no
Fuck a side-chick, 'cause on my side, that's my strap fire, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring the lowlifes to backdoor, they gon' slime that, yeah, yeah
I go bar for bar, every bar brazy, go rewind that, oh yeah

[Verse 3: Buddah Bands]
(Yeah)
I'm drinking that lean, I'm getting addicted (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I pray my niggas make it out the sickness (Yeah, yeah)
Know we some gorillas stuckin' in the trenches (Yeah)
Finessin' the grannies all out of they strips (Yeah)
If this rap shit don't work, we back to hittin' flicks (Yeah)
She suck on my dick and you know she gon' kiss it (Mwah)
I don't love her, no, she ain't my missus (Nah)
The only thing I love is the brick that I'm kissin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We sippin' that drink if you know it's a drought
Them trashbags in, we blow out the pound
We sendin' 'em in, we sendin' 'em out (Yeah)
We tie 'em up, we dip 'em and drown (And drown)
We prayin' we make it home off the route (Oh yeah)
I'm sippin' that drank while she blowin' me down

[Chorus: Chris King]
I love my lean, girl, where the pint at?
I'm always rockin' that rare shit, where you find that? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Wanna bust down on the watch, girl, perfect timin'
But don't you lose your eyesight from my diamonds, oh yeah, oh yeah
Just keep a mafia, it's always Snotty Nose, don't go outside there, no
Fuck a side-chick, 'cause on my side, that's my strap fire, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bring the lowlifes to backdoor, they gon' slime that, yeah, yeah
I go bar for bar, every bar brazy, go rewind that, oh yeah

[Outro]
SPXCELY
Niggas wan' be the motherfuckin' gang, nigga, fuck what you talkin' 'bout

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