Carnival Corpse - Fijimacintosh, Noirillusions, A1 Billionaire

Dress to impress, your bitch wet 'cause my neck

Ho, this water VVS, she’s a pet, I’m a vet

It’s a death to my threat, it’s a death to my ex

It’s a thot from the 'jects, she gon' fuck 'cause I’m next

Haters made, need a pack

Diamonds clear, just like glass

You talk shit, where you at?

Sippin' that lean out the glass

Play by the cards a nigga was delt

I fuck on your broad then put her on the shelf

I got two Glocks, the bitches, they help (Yeah)

I got a mop, cleaning by myself (Yeah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Ayy, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Woah)

Uh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah, woah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Brazy, woah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy

Lean with the Wock' (Wock')

Made me lean, made me rock (Rock)

I need lean in my stocks (Stocks)

In New York, I milly rock (Yeah)

I can’t hide it in my socks (Woo)

Cops come, we haul ass (Woo)

I got beams on my Glock (Woo)

And I shoot it, up the glass (Bitch), yeah, yeah

Baby, know we in it for the long ride (Bitch)

I ain’t gotta sprint, this been a long ride (Bitch)

Long time coming, it’s my damn time

Bitches look at me and say I’m handsome

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Ayy, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me

Uh, how about fuck you, pay me (Woah, woah, woah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Woah, woah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy

Lean with the rock (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got my soda filled with Wock'

Got a problem with the gang

You can meet my brand new Glock (Brrt)

Cryin' Codeine tears in a brand new lear

Diamonds water like a tear

Youngest flexer of the year

Your bitch singin', tote my Glock

Bitch, I’m really on the block (Huh?)

I got Ms in my bank account and I ain’t 21 (21)

Bitch, you dumb, keep a drum

Bitch, I come from the slums

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, brrt)

Your bitch stuck like a bunt

I got rich off the plug

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Ayy, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Yeah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me

Uh, how about fuck you, pay me (Woah, woah, woah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy (Woah, woah)

Ooh, how about fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Uh, lean with the Wock', go brazy