Meek Mill - Lean Wit It lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Lean Wit It lyrics]
It's Team Pyrex over here
You know how we do it
Uh, in the kitchen going HAM again
Fucking with them birds like Cam and them
I'll tell you what's the word
When the tan is in
We them niggas on the curb
With them hammers in, ah!
Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam
If it get hectic
We gon' stretch it like a limousine
Ain't no crutchin'
If I touch it then it's Mr clean
I be reppin' in your section
Me and my nigga Dean
Ghost boy in the ghost, nigga
I burn bread, I ain't talking toast, nigga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger
Presidential on my wrist now take your votes
Nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches that will get it there
If you don't wanna get it
We gon' send them there
If it's heavy then Omelly
Comin' in the lear
Brick Squad like Waka and them
If it's Gucci like D howard I
Get a block for them
I don't touch it I just leave
It up to Tak and them niggas started
Was a drought but we was poppin' then
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get your shit straight
I'm selling that raw shit
You sellin' that whip weight
Cookin' up a whole bird until
I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club
You should've seen your bitch face
Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got your stash in my pocket
I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket
I said it's lookin' like I got
Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin' "ass, ass, ass, ass" all
I get is cash, cash
Club LIV my last tag
I could've bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches waving at me
You would think a cab past
No wonder why you hatin' on me
Nigga wit' your mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain't got no pics
These groupie bitches ain't got no sense
So we make a movie on them bitches, no script
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
36 treat it like a dirty bitch
‘Cause I hit it then I send
It to the other strip call me anything
Don't call me by my government
‘Cause when I'm out here in the
Jungle we be selling bricks
Half these niggas in my hood
Be on some tellin' shit we be on some
"if-u-snitchin'-crack your-melon" shit
If I ain't rockin' with the
Smith it's Parabellum shit
Papi bring them on the boat
He know we selling shit
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it
750 getting busy wit' a box in it
So when they pull us over they
Don't find them Glocks in it
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
You know how we do it
Uh, in the kitchen going HAM again
Fucking with them birds like Cam and them
I'll tell you what's the word
When the tan is in
We them niggas on the curb
With them hammers in, ah!
Whole brick, throw it on the triple beam
If it get hectic
We gon' stretch it like a limousine
Ain't no crutchin'
If I touch it then it's Mr clean
I be reppin' in your section
Me and my nigga Dean
Ghost boy in the ghost, nigga
I burn bread, I ain't talking toast, nigga
Whole team of killers, I'm the coach Digger
Presidential on my wrist now take your votes
Nigga
Rookie of the year, cookies in the rear
I got some bad bitches that will get it there
If you don't wanna get it
We gon' send them there
If it's heavy then Omelly
Comin' in the lear
Brick Squad like Waka and them
If it's Gucci like D howard I
Get a block for them
I don't touch it I just leave
It up to Tak and them niggas started
Was a drought but we was poppin' then
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I made a million off a mixtape
Nigga get your shit straight
I'm selling that raw shit
You sellin' that whip weight
Cookin' up a whole bird until
I make my wrist ache
When I pulled up to the club
You should've seen your bitch face
Ugh, fifty cash in my pocket
Nigga, I got your stash in my pocket
I'm blowin' money fast in my pocket
I said it's lookin' like I got
Nicki ass in my pocket
Talkin' "ass, ass, ass, ass" all
I get is cash, cash
Club LIV my last tag
I could've bought a fast Jag
The way these bitches waving at me
You would think a cab past
No wonder why you hatin' on me
Nigga wit' your mad ass
Rollie on me cost a whole brick
Killers with me ain't got no pics
These groupie bitches ain't got no sense
So we make a movie on them bitches, no script
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
36 treat it like a dirty bitch
‘Cause I hit it then I send
It to the other strip call me anything
Don't call me by my government
‘Cause when I'm out here in the
Jungle we be selling bricks
Half these niggas in my hood
Be on some tellin' shit we be on some
"if-u-snitchin'-crack your-melon" shit
If I ain't rockin' with the
Smith it's Parabellum shit
Papi bring them on the boat
He know we selling shit
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Posted Mac 11 in the lot wit' it
750 getting busy wit' a box in it
So when they pull us over they
Don't find them Glocks in it
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it
I tell them lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Throw some bake up in the pot wit' it
Microwave or we gon' pot whip it
When it get right
We drop that ice and make it lock wit it