Lean Wit It Lyrics – MAF Teeski

[Intro: MAF Teeski]
(You can’t fu*k with the MP)
(MP)
(Every day, make money and pray)
Lean with it, uh

[Chorus: MAF Teeski]
Gen5 on my side, I’ll lean with it, rock his ass
I like BBLs, we can’t fu*k if you ain’t got no ass
I’ll hit your cut and dump the block down, then reload the mag
My n!ggas ready to kill, soon as you throw a shot, it ain’t no turning back (Yep)
Got my gun on me (Yep), got her on her knees (Yep)

All these diamonds around my neck (Yep), lil’ b!tch, I’m too icy (Yep)
I up two hands and squeeze (Yep), my Glock like my ID
Your engine finna stop, quick riding limits (Yep), we playing in SRTs (Yep)

[Verse 1: MAF Teeski]
In my white tee (Yep), opps don’t like me (Yep)
I know he gon’ tell, give him a Pepsi and Italian beef (Yep)
You want me on your song, seven thousand for the feat
You know that it’s summertime, it’s hot, I got that brr on me
Lean with it, rock with it
She lying, b!tch, I did not hit it
Clean-ass eight of drank
Mix some Tris in with some pop with it
If I come from a drill and I still got shells, then that’s a failed mission
You know we ain’t got no problems, put belt to ass, you want it, you could get it (Yep)
Got my gun on me (Yep), got her on her knees (Yep)
All these diamonds around my neck (Yep), lil’ b!tch, I’m too icy (Yep)
Pull up getting buckets, n!gga, play some D
No, you can’t get up in this hot car, you scared of high-speeds

[Verse 2: Baby Kia]
BK, jump out blowing, BK scoring, straight-eight pull up roaring
Mini Micro tapping, he got happy, let’s fall on the floor
BK, he know he can’t hide, we shoot straight through the door
He tried to run, we jump out, chase him, leave his family torn

Lean with it, rock with it
Four-nick’, pull up, Glock city
Bounce out, ARP binary, he got stomped with it
Too many buttons hit his body, lil’ bro glitching, glitching
Keypad the striker, this a 4Matic, we stealing, stealing

[Chorus: MAF Teeski]
Gen5 on my side, I’ll lean with it, rock his ass
I like BBLs, we can’t fu*k if you ain’t got no ass
I’ll hit your cut and dump the block down, then reload the mag
My n!ggas ready to kill, soon as you throw a shot, it ain’t no turning back (Yep)
Got my gun on me (Yep), got her on her knees (Yep)
All these diamonds around my neck (Yep), lil’ b!tch, I’m too icy (Yep)
I up two hands and squeeze (Yep), my Glock like my ID
Your engine finna stop, quick riding limits (Yep), we playing in SRTs (Yep)