TucoUgly - Bottle Uh' Lean

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
She said she love me, what does that mean
Feel like I'm bugging, off of this bean
Stacking these hunnids, count with my team
No robitussin, only real lean
Feeling real healthy, smoking my greens
My shooter gon bussit, not before me
Glock hold a 30 it came with a beam, we gon shoot at the red light before it turn green
We gon empty the clip, we gon dash from the scene
We gon clean out his pockets and take all his C.R.E.A.M.
Cash rules everything all around me
There's a knock at my door, who could it be
I open with caution with lasers to peek
It's just the plug with a bottle of lean
Gotta relax I'm tweaking
I need some thotties for the weekend
I only catch bodies when I'm creeping
Masked up for the night leave him leaking
Paranoid so I pour up a deuce
He like talking, don't know what I do
We send him a doctor no doom
I clutch on this .40 go boom
Like pop we gon shake up the room
Like pop we gon shake up the room
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang
I need a mmm, so I'm gon run that shit up
I need a bag, uh yeah, so I could run up these bucks
She feeling sad, uh yeah, don't care, I just want that rump
Going out bad, uh yeah, not me I live that shit up
She wanna shhh
Keep low and keep that mouth shut
I'm gon take all your goods and make sure you don't get up
Just like the sandman you slumped off all these shots to your gut
Purple stuff all in my cup, it got me tweaking for fun
Gang, gang
It got me tweaking for fun
Gang gang gang
Gang gang gang, uh
Hop in the sprinter we getaway driving
Pedal to metal, pedestrians diving
GTA living, I'm catching these bodies
Hunnid round drum, we gon clear out the lobby
Punching his face, we leave lumps on his body
Feeling too cool, call me Scotty 2 Hotty
Gang gang gang
Feeling too cool, call me scotty 2 Hotty
Gang
Gang gang gang
She said she love me, what does that mean
Feel like I'm bugging, off of this bean
Stacking these hunnids, count with my team
No robitussin, only real lean
Feeling real healthy, smoking my greens
My shooter gon bussit, not before me
Glock hold a 30 it came with a beam, we gon shoot at the red light before it turn green
We gon empty the clip, we gon dash from the scene
We gon clean out his pockets and take all his C.R.E.A.M.
Cash rules everything all around me
There's a knock at my door, who could it be
I open with caution with lasers to peek
It's just the plug with a bottle of lean
Gang, gang
It's just the plug with a bottle uh-

Written by:
Ralph Liz

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