Skeme, Problem - Lean and Weed lyrics

Yeah i don't talk different lemme think
(League of Starz)
Turn it up in iPhone something, bruh
Yeah, Trend, what's happenin'? Yeah, uh huh
C remind me of my favourite rapper, yeah
So I'ma do my shit

Yeah pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I fuck bitches with that magnum
Fuck this game with wrong rhymes
Now what these ladies hop
Plus I stay up in the streets
Know I’m riding with some
Thugs, you talk slick, but talk is cheap
Got these bitches bringing pesos
They love to see me shining
Wash my hands on the curve
Now I’m covering on my doubts
A young BG, a Hot Boy, I changed the grind
And did my thang since size of teen
And now these labels wanna sign me
I be like maine, watch the shit change
Been tryina get some money since
Whole city wanna dang
I came from the Harlem tryna
Hop a better range
All you whacked ass rappers stay
The fuck about my lane
I’m holling out maine, hol' up
I think I put so much lean in my cup
Ok, I’m coming down and pouring up
Sticking dick up in your slut
Rest in peace to Grippin' dolla bill
Why-why we getting buck?

You think proof change you
But not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you
But not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man

Yah (yah) late night
Yah, a lil' bro Lay died
Kush the fuck out myself, we get out

Pull-pull-pull-pull up, hop out
Chain on poppy shit
Kush blowing, tats showing
Heavy on my Compton shit
Central laugh, contraband
Playing like it’s show time
Cop the shit, box the shit
And have it out in your time
My hoes fine, yes they is
Politicking presidents
Killing pussies, killing shit, never leaving
Never diss thugging with some elegance
Get money - graduate success is the cycle
So my whole squad's pedaling
Heavy as the metal is, establishing relevance
I gotta admit we do our
Thang for some ghetto kids
It’s that ghetto feel
High as my bitch stiletto heel
Skeme, I be on your level as soon
As I pop my little pill
Now it’s on, roll, we-we’re from heater zone
(Four) nigga on the charge
But he still can get them zones (Low)
Catch me in the cut
Don’t be hitting up my phone (Dawg)
The shit just might be bugged, nigga, Volvo
Problem

You think proof change you
But not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you
But not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man

Yeah yo, 'til we get tote it outside
Pick the shit up, huh

Ok, keeping my cup in my hand and my bitch in
My left and I’m riding with working and a bag
And I’m chasing the stacks, nigga
Just spitting the facts
Man all of you niggas is whack
Got finger for paper make
Sure that they coming
I hop out my church and get one in the lunch
Hop in the booth, you can’t copy the truth
If I get on that juice
Then you niggas is done
Players wanna play, ballers wanna ball
Sure I got my own, bitch I want it all
3 phones on me, I answer when money call
And if I had a hunned magnums
I still wouldn't fuck with y'all
(Niggas know)

You think proof change you
But not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man
You think proof change you
But not know anyone said
Four year you don’t have a man