How long can he go? (Thanks Yakree)
I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy
On, they thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy
Oh, oh
Oh, he got a Rolls Royce and you know I paid for it
For that money, we untamed boy, I was locked up in them chains for it
My momma know it, I don't do no back and forth
I catch 'em, whack the boy
Got racks, I stay wit' that money, on galore
And I started off trappin' for it
I'm in a Bentley GT, park this bitch inside the street
Pull up, they like, "There go YB"
Fresh as I could fuckin' be
I be keepin' they chest on bottom of my feet
And I dont miss no beat
I be wearin Pateks and cuban links, the cheapest cost thirteen
Sick, I ain't got no cough, you ain't never noticed since I be off codeine
Grimy, I'm out that north, she fuck wit' me, she wan' fuck wit' me
Cutthroat like my momma
You know I'm known to pull off mysterious things
I like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi, in that Trackhawk Jeep
Stackin' up my money nigga, they just want to see my bank on E
Them bitch ass nigga tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, gang boy
Pac ass niggas be mentioning me? Take off on 'em, twenty mil
On twenty million, you better watch my name, boy
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy
On, they thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy
Oh, oh
Let him stack that shit, that's another M
That's a new attempt, hold on stop this bitch
I'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pit, hmm
He came home from the Feds and he got twice as rich
In Atlanta, won't say that I wouldn't fight or bring a knife, the stick
This lil ho' just talkin' 'bout what she don't like
She just bite my dick
He got a question if YoungBoy rich, you sorrier than a bitch
That boy caught, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shit
Buy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon' have a fit
From a cell to livin' lavish, how realer can it get?
Turnt down that deal to save the whole clique, how triller can I get?
Hit the car lot, ain't no pic, make sure I ball out 'round this bitch
Off the lean, I'm smokin' shit make you hallucinate, one hit
Tell my P.O as I go, I take a piss that's with a stench
Mr. Felon ready, I been sellin' tunes, ain't got no bricks
I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder
I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy
On, they thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy
Oh, oh
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Off The Lean - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
