YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Off The Lean lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT) how long can he go?
(Thanks, Yakree)
I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'

When they see me, I was gone from
Off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights
On the street
I know they ain't never had the
Thought that they'd see me on ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on

Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you
Know I paid for it
For that money, we untamed boy
I was locked up in them chains for it
My mama know it, I ain't doin' no
Back and forth, I catch him, whack the boy
Got racks
I stay with that money on galore and
I started off trappin' for it
I'm in a Bentley GT
Park this bitch inside the street
Pull up, they like, "There go YB
" fresh as I could fuckin' be
I be keepin' they chest on bottom my
Feet and I don't miss no beat
I be wearin' Pateks and Cuban links
The cheapest cost thirteen
Sick, I ain't got no cough
You ain't never noticed since
I be off codeine
Grimy, I'm out that North, she fuck with me
She wan' fuck with me
Cutthroat like my mama
You know I'm known to
Pull off mysterious things
I like that Redeye better
But she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk Jeep
Stackin' up my money, nigga
They wanna see my bank on E
Them bitch-ass niggas tried to bang on
Me, they aim wasn't neat, dang, boy
Podcast niggas be mentioning me
Take off on 'em, twenty
Mill' on twenty mill', you
Better watch my name, boy

When they see me, I was gone from
Off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights
On the street
I know they ain't never had the
Thought that they'd see me on ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on

Nigga, stack that shit, that's another M
That's a new attempt, hold on
Stop this bitch
I'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pit
Hmm, he came home from the Feds
And he got twice as rich
In Atlanta, won't say that I won't fight
I'm bringin' out the stick
This lil' ho just talkin' 'bout
What she don't like, she just bitin' my dick
You got a question if YoungBoy rich
You slower than a bitch
They boycott, then got that boy lit
I shoot him in his shit
Buy her that Benz made by Brevis
My bitch gon' have a fit
From a cell to livin' lavish
How realer can it get?
Turnt down that deal to
Save the whole clique
How triller can I get?
Hit the car lot, ain't no pic
Make sure I ball out 'round this bitch
Off the lean, I'm smokin'
Shit make you hallucinate, one hit
To my PO as I go
I take a piss that's with a stench
Mr Feelin' ready, I been sellin' tunes
I ain't got no bricks
I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder
I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit

When they see me, I was gone from
Off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights
On the street
I know they ain't never had the
Thought that they'd see me on ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on