Lyrics
Ayy, y'all got some more ice?
(RamyOnTheBeat)
(Oh, Ross)
Bet (ayy)
I got lean habits
I got kinfolks in the trenches, never seen a Patek (yeah)
I was raised by my granny, I barely see my pappy (yeah)
Now I'm paid, I got bitches callin' me daddy (yeah)
And my main bitch got mood swings, I got lean habits
Yeah, I got lean habits (yeah)
Uh, I got kinfolk in the trenches, never seen an Aston (uh-uh)
Yep, I keep a killer with me, ready for that action
And you know I got it on me, you ain't gotta ask me (Glizock)
NASA, I'm blasting (bah), NASCAR, fast whips (phew)
I got shooters on my front line, they'll make you do a backflip
Killin' shit, no attempts, Glock trip, that's a myth (what?)
I'll drop a whole hundred on your team like I'm Wilt
Uh, Chamberlain
Dog-ass nigga, hell nah, you can't train me (rrr)
It's a couple of opps still livin', they should thank me (yeah)
I can't put my trust up in these bitches, these hoes janky (yeah)
Solid-ass nigga, hell nah, I can't let you break me (uh-uh)
I cock and shoot like Tracy (bah), they call me Glock McGrady (yeah)
Butterfly doors on the Lambo truck, you crazy (loco)
I'll be gettin' money, poppin' my shit on the daily (yeah)
Baby bottle full of syrup with no baby, baby
I got lean habits
I got kinfolk in the trenches, never seen a Patek (yeah)
I was raised by my granny, I barely see my pappy (yeah)
Now I'm paid, I got bitches callin' me daddy (yeah)
And my main bitch got mood swings, I got lean habits
Yeah, I got lean habits (yeah)
Uh, I got kinfolk in the trenches, never seen an Aston (uh-uh)
Yep, I keep a killer with me, ready for that action (uh-huh)
And you know I got it on me, you ain't gotta ask me (bah)
I got lean habits (yeah), I got lean habits (yeah)
I got kinfolk in the trenches with some automatics
Yeah, I got niggas started hatin' when I started rappin'
Yeah, I was 16, sippin' lean when I started rappin', nigga
I got lean habits, yeah, lean habits
Nigga, I got lean habits
G-Lock
Uh, uh, uh
