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rowdy racks - lean with it lyrics

[intro]
lean with it, rock with it
lean with it, rock with it
lean with it, rock with it (huh)
lean with it, rock with it
lean with it, rock with it (it’s rowdy racks)
lean with it, rock with it
lean with it, rock with it

[verse]
okay, glock make them lean with it, b+tch, i rock with it
got that thirty on me and i got the stock with it
talkin’ like a gangster you know you not with it
i won’t say sh+t, i just pull bl!ck and then i talk with it
they say they gon’ send some shots, i don’t see none
police ran out of chalk, they gon’ need some
banged on an opp, he tried to walk, why didn’t he run?
i let the glock pop, rip somebody’s son
my lil’ cousin the cold k!ller, they shoulda called him woddy glock
say all opps catchin’ shots up out of his 40 glock
took him on a mission, want to see if he was cold or not
he was froze so i keep him on my shoulder
i guess it runs in the family ’cause my whole life i been a soldier
this blood we got runnin’ through our veins make us colder
fourteen years old, flippin’ suckers like a folder
and we ain’t beefin’ with you n+ggas, we just tip you over
and we don’t f+ck with no hood rats, we let ’em sell the yola
cook it, cut it, you know they love it
coca+cola whiter than your t+shirt but cleaner than a rover
we ain’t nothin’ but some ballin’+ass chicos gettin’ over
if you ain’t heard, ayy, ask them hoes, tunechi
if they ain’t great, ayy, don’t pass them hoes to me
matter of fact, i’m bougie, too much class for hoes
you stupid, you be blowin’ bags, tryna smash them hoes
i move past them hoes, quick fashion in a hurry
tell my chica, “you the baddest, baby, you ain’t gotta worry”
i’m f+ckin’ other tiers, she say that her vision blurry
my neck bling, wrist bling, watch them b+tches flurry, ah
i’m steph curry, ah, i shoot shots, hit ’em
if he an opp, then you know that rowdy not with him
if they the boys, sh+t, i’m probably at the top with them
see me out in public, you know rowdy got that glock with him
big chops, ugh, we on the block with them
spit lead rocks, make n+ggas’ head rock with them
you f+ck with suckers, then duck or get shot with them
they ain’t even on my level, my lil’ youngins got with them
lean with it, rock, b+tch, cocaine in my sock, b+tch
if i ain’t in my section, sh+t, i’m probably on your block, b+tch
you know how we rock, b+tch, kick door, flock sh+t
if i see an opp, it’s going down like young joc, sh+t
i drop sh+t quick, hot potato, hot potato
middle fingers to you hogs, you polices, and you haters
disrespect me now, cl!ck pow, see you later
i’m the number one top gun, it don’t get any greater
nah, it don’t get any better than me with this beretta
or me on any beat, that’s why all i see is cheddar
seen sophia on the street, i knew that i had to get her
say she want to make me fall in love, i think i’ma let her
okay, now rock with it, lean, baby, welcome to the team, baby
pop, lock, and drop it, go ‘head and do your thing, baby
anybody trippin’, i’m gon’ shoot him in his spleen, baby
anytime, day or night, my pistol got the beam, baby
i’m clean, baby, but you know i’m ridin’ dirty
slide through the grimy side just to flip a birdie
got it for twelve and then i flipped it into thirty
i’m only gon’ tell you once, so act like you heard me
stomp ’em, kick him out the hood if he ain’t worthy
i never need a plug ’cause my big cousin serves me
got a hundred hitters all k!llers, they be swervin’
disrespect the chicos, we goin’ out purgin’ (purgin’, purgin”, purigin’, purgin’)

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