Mëan feen (feat. Kranky Kranky)

Drop, yeah, drop (Uh)

I'm in the Urus, drop-top

Told you, "Lean with me," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah

I got lean with me, baby, by the drop

Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got

Yeah, I got billions, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)

Yeah, look around you, you in Slamm town

"Where you at?" Ridin' 'round Slamm town (Phew, phew)

In the Bentley, make the frogs drown

Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now

No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now

I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)

You broke as hell, got no self-esteem

Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans

What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys

Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, with that chili cheese

Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'

If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa

Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy

Walk around with Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy

Sippin' lean, I'm drinkin' track', the purple beat the fizzy

All my money brought inside this bank, I made a fat deposit

Walk inside this building, left it linging, made a fat ho gluzz it

So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet

I don't give a fuck what you say, you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it

Drop, yeah, drop (Uh-huh)

I'm in the Urus, drop-top

Told you, "Lean with me," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah

I got lean with me, baby, by the drop

Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got

Yeah, I got billions, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)

Yeah, look around you, you in Slamm town

"Where you at?" Ridin' 'round Slamm town (Phew, phew)

In the Bentley, make the frogs drown

Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now

No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now

I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)

You broke as hell, got no self-esteem

Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans

What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchy's

Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, with that chili cheese

Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'

If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa

Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy

Walk around with Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy

Sippin' lean, I'm drinkin' track', the purple beat the fizzy

All my money brought inside this bank, I made a fat deposit

Walk inside this building, left it linging, made a fat ho gluzz it

So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet

I don't give a fuck what you say, you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it