Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah!
Skrrrt!
I got a shell in the mornin', bangin' that, 'til dawn
I got a shell in the mornin', breakin' hats, 'til dawn
I put my lean in a cup, and pour it up 'til dawn
Up until the morning
I'm in the back of a Beamer, with J.R.
We stunt on 'em with the cars
They really jealous, need mars bars
They don't know our stuff
I wanna run up them racks,
I wanna trap out the shack
With my niggas, and they in the front and back
We rappin', never lack
And I got like thirty-million hoes on me (Hoes on me)
Niggas hate on me, cause I'm on fleek (I'm on fleek)
All this f*ckin' lean I might OD (Might OD)
Yeah, all this f*ckin' lean on me
In the back of a Beamer
I got a shell in the mornin', bangin' that, 'til dawn
I got a shell in the mornin', breakin' hats, 'til dawn
I put my lean in a cup, and pour it up 'til dawn
Up until the morning
I started to notice to watch the ones closest
It might be fake lovin'
They might just be hatin'
They thinkin' 'bout skatin'
They thinkin' 'bout blockin'
And might start debatin'
They show up belated, then know they don't care
They were never there, they want you to stare
If they blew up, know they wouldn't share
Takin' a shot at your boy, like hunters and hares
The resource so scarce, they plottin' like lairs
And you'll be the scape-goat if people find theirs
Like a carousel, it was never fair
I got a shell in the mornin', bangin' that, 'til dawn
I got a shell in the mornin', breakin' hats, 'til dawn
I put my lean in a cup, and pour it up 'til dawn
Up until the morning