Lean Low (feat. Colt Cassidy)

Let these niggaz know I be coming dine I be getting blowed I say grippin' foes add a O-E Niggas talking dine Andy with that shine Hitt a nigga spine Leave him on decline like an OG I been swimmin' in the H Breaking records getting face In some tees that's made by Chase Smoking weed skunky taste Ten a G, whatchu pay? Oh thats taxing Not this Texan I'm relaxing Y'all be testing ahhh Hol up Hol up Hol up Hol up Hol up I been coming down I been coming through Hold up I aint calming down I'm just breaking through Poe up Yeah you know the sound and you know the crew It's us Keep it low like ground Niggas watching moves Told ya Mama imma stoner Smellin my odor Holdin composure Yuh yuh Wishing I'm sober Making me a loner Quit calling me ova Yuh yuh In a new spot The city was hot Been ducking them cops Shh shh Might come up the block and tell me I'm locked Now fish in the pot Oh no I cannot go I aint dealing with no crooked 5-0 Oh no I cannot go I cant be dealing with no crooked ass Hol up Hol up Hol up Some where by the lake is where you find me Lurking in the darkness With My twizzy right behind me When you see the lord Better treat'em like your highness I don't hang out Focused on breaking out Got that cake up in the oven Cookies by the window Hop over the fence Hop off the porch Don't give damn Don't give fuck We gone test our luck Hopped in the truck Then took it up Took it up up up up It's Colt