CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gun Lean
Had a girl try n link me straight from the gram
And she likes mans tune, so you know she a fan
No claims, no thoughts no talk about the fam
And dem man know its a rise and tan
No Nito NB but a man been wicked
Eating toes, are you good, are you clicked in
1, 2 step to wire, then gun lean
Been on music sh*t been gifted
(switch)
Gun lean switch
Rambo dip
Did the shuffle
Switched this b*t*h
How many times have man said that
And how many times has man said this?
Chill in the opp block like it's Costa
Said he's there but he lost his oyster
Aye lil joker, you're a smoker
Don't do grams but baccies, toasters
Lyrics chillin down some spines
Watchin these numbers over time
She did noddy like a fish
But its was her breath that stank, no clit
Aye, can't lie tho that one was rude
Probably won't post this on YouTube
Man won't care cah man'll get views
And man'll get plays like SoundCloud too
Steppin naughty with that autotune sh*t, ay
N***as know me on that production sh*t ay
Hoe gon' love me when I hop on this sh*t, ay
Been like Friday with this SoundCloud sh*t, listen
(switch)
Hadda switch it again
Production beats made 10
Gave them to my plug
Which is myself for dead
Seen a man laugh in my face
For the sh*t I did, all I've done is change
Gave these n***as turns
And now ima have to switch up the game
Sony Ericcson, been mans trap phone
Plugs from North been tryna get bags
Had these n***as askin for racks
Pulled up, skrt, then headed right back
Free the guys, all for black skin
Stereotypes see us as sins
We're aggressive cah we're darker
More intimidating, life f**k off
No charger
No smarter
No n***as
Did sparta
Like me
Run faster
Got pace
Like Martha
Call Doctor
These n***as
Chat whoppers
I did it
No questions
Dead bodies
Is evidence
And she likes mans tune, so you know she a fan
No claims, no thoughts no talk about the fam
And dem man know its a rise and tan
No Nito NB but a man been wicked
Eating toes, are you good, are you clicked in
1, 2 step to wire, then gun lean
Been on music sh*t been gifted
(switch)
Gun lean switch
Rambo dip
Did the shuffle
Switched this b*t*h
How many times have man said that
And how many times has man said this?
Chill in the opp block like it's Costa
Said he's there but he lost his oyster
Aye lil joker, you're a smoker
Don't do grams but baccies, toasters
Lyrics chillin down some spines
Watchin these numbers over time
She did noddy like a fish
But its was her breath that stank, no clit
Aye, can't lie tho that one was rude
Probably won't post this on YouTube
Man won't care cah man'll get views
And man'll get plays like SoundCloud too
Steppin naughty with that autotune sh*t, ay
N***as know me on that production sh*t ay
Hoe gon' love me when I hop on this sh*t, ay
Been like Friday with this SoundCloud sh*t, listen
(switch)
Hadda switch it again
Production beats made 10
Gave them to my plug
Which is myself for dead
Seen a man laugh in my face
For the sh*t I did, all I've done is change
Gave these n***as turns
And now ima have to switch up the game
Sony Ericcson, been mans trap phone
Plugs from North been tryna get bags
Had these n***as askin for racks
Pulled up, skrt, then headed right back
Free the guys, all for black skin
Stereotypes see us as sins
We're aggressive cah we're darker
More intimidating, life f**k off
No charger
No smarter
No n***as
Did sparta
Like me
Run faster
Got pace
Like Martha
Call Doctor
These n***as
Chat whoppers
I did it
No questions
Dead bodies
Is evidence
