Sprite Lee Lean Cuisine
[Intro]
Hey hey hey, ay ho'
Based1 got them bands, ho
Ayy woah, hey hey hey, yuh huh
[Chorus]
Met her at the ville, in the club
She f..ck with me and my niggas 'cause we throwin' dubs
You niggas took two shots now you're throwin' up
And now we elevate, I had to set it straight
She wanna fornicate
I put lean in lemonade
I see it on my ex, I need some Marolex
I told them cut the check and then I break her back (Hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 1]
For the team she don't need, she gon' f..ck on me
And I'm sipping on some lean ain't no lean cuisine
Know this foreign don't need keys no this ain't no lease
You keep on shootin' for the stars but they all on me
I got some racks racks racks in the Louis V. bag
And if you weren't talkin' cap say my nigga I got a pack
And if you aim for your gas then you comin' in last
And my bitch is so bad yeah goin' all up sad
My niggas here to kill even though they were told to steal
All my niggas know this drill, disappear like David Copperfield
Every nigga no cap and my niggas brought the strap
I don't even need to rap, I just go back to the trap
[Post-Chorus]
VV's and baguettes and my bustdown
Wrist so wet hoes come around
Couple racks on my way to come again
I had Gunna on the phone told him, "Drip or Drown?"
[Chorus]
Met her at the ville, in the club
She f..ck with me and my niggas 'cause we throwin' dubs
You niggas took two shots now you're throwin' up
And now we elevate, I had to set it straight
She wanna fornicate
I put lean in lemonade
I see it on my ex, I need some Marolex
I told them cut the check and then I break her back (Hey, hey, hey)
[Verse 2]
Baby somethin' bout wet like Michael Phelps yeah
I get these bitches wet leave 'em all on read yeah
I break in the bed make her sleep on the couch yeah
I get that clout head then she gotta bounce yeah
Bitch I'm on a paper chase
Throw some hunnids in your face
Do the dash in the Wraith
My nigga do you wanna race
Red Roses in the vase I give them water every day
I got these stars in the roof from space
She tryna cuff I'll hit the breaks
Ooh ayy she on film like Super 8
She not better catch yo case
Either way I'm getting paid (Got the film)
Crew at my stage
Ransom bandana, I'ma rage
Let's me enter strange
No she can't keep up with my pace
[Post-Chorus]
Keep up with my pace I don't wait up for no one (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't wait up for no one
No I won't take you on a date but I'm gonna eat some more time yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah I'm gonna eat some more time (Slat)
[Chorus]
Met her at the ville, in the club
She f..ck with me and my niggas 'cause we throwin' dubs
You niggas took two shots now you're throwin' up
And now we elevate, I had to set it straight
She wanna fornicate
I put lean in lemonade
I see it on my ex, I need some Marolex
I told them cut the check and then I break her back (Hey, hey, hey)
