Lord Fish Face - 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

Written by:
Bobby Warrior, Daunte Bright

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