Lyrics
[Intro]
I've never seen, I'm leanin', baby, I won't OD
Ooh (Mm-mhm, mhm)
(Mm-mhm, mhm)
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (Yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (Get it close)
Nasty ****, stupid ****, where your clothes? Oh
[PostChorus]
I want loud and she want lean (Lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (Codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (Huh)
All these freaky **** tryna put that **** on us (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Is you gon' blow? (Blow)
Ayy, if I take you out, are you really on go? (On go) Ayy
**** on my bro (Bro), ayy
Suck on it fast (Fast), don't you suck on it slow (Slow)
Get hit with the mag' (The mag'), ayy
Hop in a Porsche, huh (Woah)
Get in a Jag' (A Jag'), ayy
**** on your **** then send the pics to her dad
I got the racks (Racks)
I got them racks
**** on your ****, uh
All in her splat, like
He was in a gram, **** on a Fefe
Now he out here, shootin' videos on P street
Thick ****, she from Georgia with a super peach
She suck my Florida oranges, oh my God, she's such a freak (A freak)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (Yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (Get it close)
Nasty ****, stupid ****, where your clothes? Oh
[PostChorus]
I want loud and she want lean (Lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (Codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (Huh)
All these freaky **** tryna put that **** on us
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, hold up, wait, ****
Don't play no games, no
We keep them Ks loaded
Slide the opps with my bang bros
Turnt ****, won't change, though
Back out front with the Range Rover
Put it on your main ****
Uh, uh, uh
Hundred shots by the case load
I'm havin' steppers on the payroll
I'll give you what you think you came for
Don't need to explain, they know
I'll give this **** my heart and way more
When they see me down, it's gon' take more
I'll take my crown and catch a halo
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (Yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (Get it close)
Nasty ****, stupid ****, where your clothes? Oh
[PostChorus]
I want loud and she want lean (Lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (Codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (Huh)
All these freaky **** tryna put that **** on us (Uh)
[Verse 3]
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, huh
Drop-top, huh
Where your clothes, stupid ****? Gotta go, huh, huh
Ridin' 'round with that .40, let that pole bust
I can't argue with no ****, I do no discussion (That's on my mama)
When we see you, press that issue, you said, "Oh, it's nothin'" (That's on my mama)
Lil' **** from the G, turned nothing to something (Oh my God)
And we too slime, they don't call us slime for nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
I was with my brother, cruisin' in that real splash
Now we in a foreign car, yeah, this that real Jag'
And I got my dough up, ****, get a real bag
Put the pistol to his kidney, I'm like, "Give me that"
Just give me that, damn
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, hold up, wait, uh (Yeah)
Top drop, where your clothes, where your clothes?
Get it close, get it close, get it close, ayy (Get it close)
Nasty ****, stupid ****, where your clothes? Oh
[PostChorus]
I want loud and she want lean (Lean)
I keep sipping on codeine (Codeine)
Ridin' in the Sprinter with them pistols on us (Huh)
All these freaky **** tryna put that **** on us (Uh)
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