[Intro]
Don G did it
I'm finna slide this ho
Lean in my Crush
I got lean in my Crush

[Chorus]
I got lean in my Crush
(I got pink in my rush)
Lil Raw, he back in the bunk
(No cap, thirty-four for the jump)
(Yeah, slide my way
I wanna borrow your face)
You gotta watch what you say
(You gotta move out of state), hey
Play with these racks and packs
(I had a rack attack)
He said he got your back
(Hit him with Ricky pack)
I creep lower than Lambos, pull up with ammo
Hit your street, chopper louder than Elmo
Hoodie on, Glock tight, walkin' down Ford Road
Who duckin' what for? (I'm droppin' locos)

I'm still with the business
I'm still with the drillin', I'm still with the hittin'
I'm gettin' these millions
But I shift gears and pull up and blitz you
Your mama gon' miss you
She all on her knees, she need her some tissue
Just look in the mirror
And go ask yourself do you really want issues?
Smooth lick, don't you try to be hero
Still gon' fuck if she fucked on my kinfolk
My hair rough patch like I slept on a Brillo
Got my nut, what the fuck is you here for?
Runtz OG, you can smell through the front door
I'm gettin' high, boy, your ass better hit low
Up this bitch, boy, your ass better get low
Can't vibe with your kind, you n***as be lyin'
Rare human, bitch, I'm one of a kind
No statements, I ain't droppin' no dimes
I don't think with my dick, I think with my mind
Depending on the time, I ain't even lyin'
She wanna give me the pussy, I ain't even much tryin'
I ain't wearin' no jewelry unless it's mine
I ain't got no Rollie but I'm knowin' that I'm still on time
So much on my mind, gotta roll up in it
[Chorus]
I got lean in my Crush
(I got pink in my rush)
Lil Raw, he back in the bunk
(No cap, thirty-four for the jump)
(Yeah, slide my way
I wanna borrow your face)
You gotta watch what you say
(You gotta move out of state), hey
Play with these racks and packs
(I had a rack attack)
He said he got your back
(Hit him with Ricky pack)
I creep lower than Lambos, pull up with ammo
Hit your street, chopper louder than Elmo
Hoodie on, Glock tight, walkin' down Ford Road
Who duckin' what for? (I'm droppin' locos)

[Verse 2]
Droppin' them locos, runnin' from the beef, that's a no-no
Y'all just live life, feel like I been here before
Better grip on your ho like I grip on this pole
Got enough of my problems, don't need me no more
Too blessed to be stressed, I ain't smokin' no popes
Burner on my hip, I walk through the cold
Label go to trippin', make a twenty on the road
Stack first, lose your feelings in the business I was told
Yeah, the lies used to work, but they ain't workin' no more
Yeah, the weed used to smoke, but it ain't hittin' no more
Yeah, the money you were offering, I done made a little more
Down South Florida boy, still throwin' up the fours
I done made a little more, I done put up more
And it's only gon' grow, and I did it on my own
[Chorus]
I got lean in my Crush
(I got pink in my rush)
Lil Raw, he back in the bunk
(No cap, thirty-four for the jump)
(Yeah, slide my way
I wanna borrow your face)
You gotta watch what you say
(You gotta move out of state), hey
Play with these racks and packs
(I had a rack attack)
He said he got your back
(Hit him with Ricky pack)
I creep lower than Lambos, pull up with ammo
Hit your street, chopper louder than Elmo
Hoodie on, Glock tight, walkin' down Ford Road
Who duckin' what for? (I'm droppin' locos)