[Intro: Jeezy]
Young Jeezy, man
When you out there in the streets, dog, you get a chance to parlay, man, have fun, man
To lean with that shit, dog (Do your thing, man)
'Cause you never know, man, 'cause tomorrow ain't promised, my nigga
Said
Yeah
Uh (There it is, nigga)
What the fuck? Ayy (Calm down, nigga)
U.S.D.A., nigga (CTE, nigga)
Fuck with me, let's go (Lean with it, nigga)
Do your thing, nigga (Uh-huh, yeah)
Fuck with me, let's go
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
This for Mailman and Goldmouth, I love you guys
That's why I got tears comin' down both my eyes
That's why I rock six carats off in both my ears
And when I pray at night, dog, I wish you both was here
I wish a snitch-ass nigga would even speak my name
Said fuck it, went and iced out both my chains
Ayy, life ain't all gravy, dog, but I can't complain
'Cause there's some ho-ass niggas off in both these games
I swear to God I'ma ride out for all my dogs
And ball the fuck out until they free all of y'all
So when I'm ridin' twenty-sixes, I'm clean for y'all
And all my niggas locked up, I'ma lean for y'all, yeah
[Chorus]
Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it (Yeah)
Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it
[Verse 2]
Love for the 4, Erwin Street, them my big homies
Jeez and King, these chili pimps can't hold me
And fuck the coppers, they tryna hold us up like some door stoppers
Mad 'cause I keep them slabs proper
We all flippin' yams, dirty money we handlin'
'Cause it's hard where I'm comin' from like Anthony Hamilton
Smokin' and gamblin', this street life, I'm wrapped up in it
I'm like a linebacker, dog, I make my bread in the trenches, nigga
[Chorus]
Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it (Yeah)
Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it
[Verse 3]
I stuff my Swisher with my 'ponics and I chill with it
When I got a problem, man, the chronic helps me deal with it
Smokin' the po', servin' my dope, tryna make a mil' with it
When I see them folks comin', in my coat and then I peel with it
In a Chevy grippin' the wheel with my steel in it
And this ain't no gimmick or image, nigga, I'm real with it
Ain't 'bout business, get a full clip off in your Yankee fitted
Dodgin' these fuck niggas who flex 'cause, bitch, I stay committed
[Chorus]
Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Twist the law, get the green, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Off my work, count my stash, then I lean with it (Yeah)
Nigga try us, we gon' blast, then we lean with it (Yeah)
Tote my gat, tilt my hat, then I lean with it (Yeah)
