Lean On Em

[Bridge: Emilio Rojas] And now we rollin' in them '85, '85 Yeah, my shorty tatted up around the waistline And we be sleeping in the motherfucking day time I'm getting low with all my bitches, but they stay high [Hook: Emilio Rojas] Cause all we do is lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em I got some bitches in the back with something mean on 'em Yeah, we lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em And when I finish I'mma sick the fucking team on 'em Yeah, we lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em I got some bitches in the back with something mean on 'em Yeah, we lean on 'em, yeah, we lean on 'em And when I finish I'mma sick the fucking team on 'em [Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] Bad Spanish bitches with ass shots Yeah, they rolling with the team like a mascot Matte black '85's in them back lots Speeding down that motherfuckin black top Rolling with my spic, that's it Anybody wanna pop that shit? And they get hit with a little bit of fist Until they drop and that is it And you can find me with some pretty little mami's Gettin low up in the heights where they watching us outta Crown V's We living, and sinning not a religion Never gonna ask for no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness Yeah, we get it, we living off of the interest All these bitches doing lines like every day an audition I'm taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines Ya'll never fly, I got all you bitches on standby And we be getting things money can't buy Young Spanish motherfucker on the ride [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 2: Iamsu!] Tell the Jamaican homies pass the dutches I can't stand you niggas like Uncle Ruckus And these rappers be doing a bunch of nothing But I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan Like doing what pays me, always dressing crazy Pulling up with badass B's like Jay-Z What's the dealio? It's young Suzy Holiday in the millio Rolling in them A5 Audi's, what you know about it? Leaning on them fools like I ate a weed brownie Wavy on these haters then, now they all drowning Money counting, every outing And it's heartbreak 'til my heart break You should par take Playing us is like hopping in the shark tank And it's the gang in your ear Stay in your lane cause we'll end your career [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3: Styles P] Lean on 'em, yeah, they lean on 'em He got swag, but he dont got no cream on 'em If he did ten he would've put the beam on 'em Got the iron and he don't want no steam on 'em Yeah, I lean on 'em, big body V Look at my company assume I sold the a lot of thee Them niggas spending it like they won the lottery Me, I'm a plant man, fill me up like pottery Yeah, for real though, I'm viscious on a M-I See, I used to make rhymes grippin on the semi Scrambling, these the ramblings of a Jedi Late night, in the hallway with the red eyes Lean on 'em, them niggas kick stands Murder mami's with magazines, keep your distance I'm in the cut, with the sound and the piff grams Something mean, got sixteen on six vents, lean on 'em [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 4: Troy Ave] It's Troy Ave, I'm that nigga, don't mean to boast A BK well-known dealer heavy in coke White leather in chin-chilla, the top off Neat with the swag like a fiend who pop dope I'm fixing to pop off, and you snow that Fixing the pot whipping salt, where the dough at? Show me the money, I'll say it more clearer Show me the money, he show me a mirror Reflecting on my past, pedal getting mashed High speed paper chase straight ahead to cash Money off the bates, money chose to hate Murder was the case when he came and bought the wakes [Hook]