Lean Wit It Rock Wit It

Peace for life Armani, this shit is stooey, boy It's fentanyl, I didn't make it, it was the so-called American Patriot I don't mean to get all political, I'm just pointing out we ain't the real criminals I just stir it up, weigh it out, bag it up, what can I say? You could call me the local plug, building rent very high out in California If I didn't need extra money, I'd be lying to ya I could murder for hire or go out and rob Instead, I'll just pick up a Betty Crocker pot My clientele set, I'm in high demand Shout out my motherfuckin' dog, Portland Nick Strat Like Geronimo, we got the prices on the low Like that triple torque and that fat ass to the flow Now bring it back, baby, lean with it, rock with it Squeeze a rash for them ears, I was eatin' Top Ramen In the cell, fightin' all them cases A damn shame the feds couldn't come close to break, man Clean story, oh yeah, I got the glory Guaranteed in a few years, I'll be in the Ferrari, uh Legit, middle finger to the pigs Invested in cryptocurrency, that's where the money is For now, the dope game I only check it out If you ain't fuckin' bitch, get up from my trap Lean with it, rock with it Mix that crack cocaine in the Pyrex Lean with it, rock with it I cop whips that guy zero mileage Lean with it, rock with it That fit and knock quadruple my profit Lean with it, rock with it I come through the hood to get shit poppin' Oh yeah, I lean with it, rock with it Mix that lactose and fentanyl in the kitchen Oh yeah, I lean with it, rock with it Free my loyal day ones, out of prison Where I grew up, it was crack spots In the kitchen with this coke and these crack pots All these murders, blood spillin' on these black tops On a mission called a duty like it's black ops I be out here with the gangsters and these have-nots Nowadays, the suckers foldin' like some black tops I double up, I got them feedin' with these fat rocks Out the mud with the homies from the sandbox Got me leanin' when I'm rockin' with this Glock out They got me whippin' in the kitchen till it rock out And now I'm postin' at the corner till I clock out Scope the pigs, I gotta bounce before they hop out Movin' with these white rocks and everything for profit Money in the shoebox, the way that I deposit Anything for cheap, I got a snatch, I got a copy The cops the only ones that showin' up to try and stop I lean with it, rock with it I'm out here pushin' crack rocks with it If you fiend with it, then I got it (I got it) You try to rob me, get me shot with it Your homies on the front line, watchin' out for one time Do this in the late night, or even in the sunshine Shout out to the plug, to the plug that I'm just findin' Grab a couple rocks, stash them in my gum- Yeah, lean with it Rock with it Mix that crack cocaine in the Pyrex Lean with it, rock with it I cop whips that got zero mileage Lean with it, rock with it That fit and knock quadruple my profit Lean with it Rock with it I come through the hood to get shit poppin' Oh yeah, I lean with it, rock with it Mix that lactose and fentanyl in the kitchen Oh yeah, I lean with it, rock with it Free my loyal day ones, out of prison Money