Off The Lean Lyrics by That Mexican OT & DRODi
Hey, yo, is that That Mexican OT?
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the *** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the *** you mean? Why you off the lean? Why you off the—?
Xans is in my lean, throw it in my blunt
Jigging on the X with a double cup
*** how you feel? I don’t give a ***
You can ask me later, still don’t give a ***
Walk in the bank, smelling like straight refer
*** bad hoes, feeling like J Bieber
Got more sticks in the crib than a beaver
Green in my pants, got me looking like Peter
She don’t use no hands, ride me like a Tesla
Double cup filled with oil from Odessa
I got a twenty-five lighters that sit on the dresser
Yes sir, I gotta get paid
You want some smoke? Well, let’s get ***
Sheriff Woody, made him reached for the sky
I’m a kick door kid, you better recognize
That .556 made his *** circumcised
Hit him up with a sawed off
Beat his *** ass with the piece that was sawed off
I jumped in the four legged slab, and I crawled off
I had to sneak in his crib and then drown all his kids in the tub ’cause he think that I got soft
So what the *** is you talking about?
Don’t come barking at me, I don’t bark a lot
You can get it anywhere at broad day
Get your your *** split in the parking lot
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the *** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the *** you mean? Why you off the lean? Why you off the—?
*** loud like he’s trying to start a fight
Busting licks while he sleep through the night
Pull a smoking fog dot, hit the lights
She ain’t shut the door, ***, close it right
See me with a ***, I’m prolly dropping pipe
Player bang biscuit, type *** she like
Getting paid to rap on stage front the lights
Same DRODi man on and off the mic
Yeah, higher then a *** so let’s roll slow
*** sells itself, so the pack gon’ go
Finna hit a lick, all black, no gold
Sell a lot of ***, no mistakes, don’t fold
Big DRODi man, on a ***, not the low
Keep me some sticks like I work at the Lowe’s
Chain, it be froze like I just seen a ghost
My cup, it be muddy in my 4-by-4s
I’ll be burning that gas, I’ll be burning that diesel
Got a lot of cars, and I got a lot of reefers
Smell like that loud when I come out your speaker
I’ll be mixing that drink with a tube in the beaker
Down in the water, it’s me that little pizzas
Leak on the white with the pee, new features
Still in the street like a Jehovah preacher
I said my *** better, I ain’t say that it’s cheaper (DRODi man)
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the *** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the *** you mean? Why you off the lean?