Lean On Em - Emilio Rojas, Iamsu!, Styles P

And now we rollin in that '85, that '85

Yeah my shorty tatted up around the waistline

When you sleeping in the motherf-ckin' day time

I’m gettin' lowered by all my bitches but they stay high

Cause all we do is lean, lean on em

Got some bitches in the back with something mean on em

Yeah we lean on em, yeah we lean on em

And when I finish, I’mma sick the f-cking team on em

Bad spanish bitches with some ass shots

Get it rollin' with the team like a mascot

Matte black '85 in them back lots

Speedin' down that mother f-ckin black top

Rollin' with my spinx thats its

Anybody wanna pop that shit?

And make it hit with a lil bit of fists

Until they drop and that is it

You can find me with some pretty lil mommy’s

Gettin low up in the heights where they watchin' us Crown V’s

We livin', sinner not a religion

Never gonna ask with no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness

Yeah we get it, we livin' off the interest

All these bitches doin' lines like err day an audition

I’m taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines

Ya’ll never fly I argue bitches that stand by

And we be gettin' things money cant buy

Young Spanish mother f-cker on the ride

Tell the Jamaican homies pass the dutches

I can’t stand you niggas like Uncle Ruckus

And these rappers be doing a bunch of nothin'

But I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan

Like doing what pays me, always dressing crazy

Pullin' up with badass B’s like Jay-Z

What’s the dealio?

It’s young Suzy Holiday in the millio

Rollin' in them A5 Audi’s

What you know about it?

Leanin' on them fools like I ate a weed brownie

Wavy on these haters then, now they all drowning

Money counting, every outing

And its heartbreak til my heart break

You should par take

Playing us is like hopping in the shark tank

It’s the gang in your ear

Stay in your lane cause we’ll end your career

Lean on em, yeah they lean on em

He got swag but he dont got no cream on em

If he did, he would’ve put the beam on em

Got the iron and he don’t want no steam on em

Yeah I lean on em, big body V

Look at my company assume I sold the a lot of thee

Them niggas spending it, like they won the lottery

Me, I’m a plant man, fill me up like pottery

For real though, I’m viscious on a MI

See I used to make ryhmes, grippin on the semi’s

Scramblin', these the ramblin’s of a Jedi

Late night, in the hallway with the red eyes

Lean on em, them nigga kick stand

Murder mommy’s magazines keep your distance

I’m in the gut, with the sound and the piff round rims

Something mean, got sixteen on six vents lean on em

It’s Troy Ave I’m that nigga, dont mean to boast

A BK well-known dealer heavy in coke

White leather in chin-chilla the top off

Late like a swag fiend who pop dope

I’m fixin' to pop off, and you sold that

Fixin' the pot whippin salt where the dough at?

Show me the money, I’ll say it more clearer

Show me the money, and show me a mirror

Reflectin' on my past, pedal gettin' masked

High speed paper chase straight ahead to cash

Money off the bates, money chosen hate

Murder was the case when he came and bought the wakes