Refrain [x2]: You put the codeine in the sprite and then you mix it all up. Then you sip it slow that's how them killers get fucked up. We call that Lean. [Hey] Lean. [Hey] We call that Lean. [Hey] Lean. [Hey]

Yo, yo, yo, bada boom bada bing. White cup of lean. Blunt full of green and I cut as I lean in a cutlass supreme. Fucked with a teen now I gotta tuck in my jean. I'm a show you what I mean when I cut a nigga clean. Scalpel, please! Throw a mother fucker off the balcony [AHHHH]. She didn't want a (gulp) when she give a nigga head 'cause she's said that she's trying to watch her calories.

It's the weekend let your hair down swallow semen she just wanna be my girlfriend bitch wake up ho are you dreaming I got wife and I got children I don't need you catchin feelings what the fuck this bitch is sniffing cuz you trippin.

Listen [large inhale]

Philippine billy jean guillotine ritalin drizzling ching-a-ling ring-a-ling niga-ling chainsaw blade goes ring ring get a motherfucker for the bling bling punch him on the yingling don't you want the same thing wait ain't nothin no more let it go now my brain can't change lanes. Get a beat it's a drink go for more fucking sprite and promethazine.

[Refrain x2]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lean on it. Half ounce quarter pound throw it in a bowl nigga we on it. Y'aint gotta fuck a jean don't even gotta suck it, just pull out my dick bitch, breathe on it. I often drip, where was I? Lean in my cup and I'm feeling so high. Dude, get the keys to his automobile and if he can't walk straight then you know he can't drive.

Lean it, swerve it, please don't let a nigga crash. Shoulda got a cab. Shoulda coulda woulda never woulda been the coulda should've nigger ever had. Throw up in a bag. East side throw it on the map. Cut open a blunt then I fill it up with hash. If I get the pussy I'm a put it in a hat. I'm 'a pull it out her mouth and I'll put it in her ass, like - cocaine, lo mein, propane, rogaine, gold chain, no brain, cold pain, domain, profane, no shame, slow vein, no vein, no lame, squares, they're no names. No limit hit me a tek and a gold tank, ya'll niggas hate 'cause I'm doin my own thing. ATLiens flying my own lane. Pop cup full of soda pop and codeine.

[Refrain x2]