Lyric

Swoo

I don't lean, I don't lean, I don't

Bitch I’m SUPREME

Motherfuckers got em sprung

They can dream

I raise hell, I’m not here for the streams

Fake friends, weak shoulders

I don’t lean

I don’t lean, I don’t lean, I don’t lean

I done paid my debts man I don’t got to plead

She done throw that booty on me

Shit was neat

You done took your shots man all that shit was weak

Christian Dior on that body made me preach

I was all up occupied with the hustle

Streets was hungry man I had to build some muscle

Run your mouth you might end up in a tussle

Got my money on point like a cursor

Wake up with a bad bitch in my bed

Breakfast fuck food I need head

If you ain't about that life go ahead

Pretty bitch man, I got that pussy wet

Hungry, I’m so fucking ruthless

Yeah they try to really come at me, its useless

You wanna talk about your money but you clueless

Getting paper is my motto then it’s deuces

What is what, who is who, I don’t seek

Leather boots, leather jackets, yo shit weak

Turning up with the wav every week

Red logos on my shirt screaming

Bitch I’m supreme

Motherfuckers got em sprung

They can dream

I raise hell, I’m not here for the streams

Fake friends, weak shoulders

I don’t lean

I don’t lean, I don’t lean, I don’t lean

I done paid my debts man I don’t got to plead

She done throw that booty on me

Shit was neat

You done took your shots man all that shit was weak

Christian Dior on that body made me preach

Stop

Make the opps drop like a drop top

Shoot your shot

This the only chance you got

Bring the guap guap

We gon make em hop

Bitch bad

Man these fuckers wanna swap

Saw a chance, manna really took the leap

Some friends turned snakes in a week

Share my cheddar man cuz all my brothers eat

Fake friends weak shoulders

Really out here I’m building on my empire shit

Tokyo now, tomorrow with my NY bitch

Seeing how I made it here bro, this must be a glitch

Yeah I built my core circle ain't no chance of a snitch

Ain't no negatives my paper looking green

With my bitch and we just shot a scene

Taking pictures of my mug looking mean

Jumping out the house I got em screaming

Bitch I’m supreme

Motherfuckers got em sprung

They can dream

I raise hell, I’m not here for the streams

Fake friends, weak shoulders

I don’t lean

I don’t lean, I don’t lean, I don’t lean

I done paid my debts man I don’t got to plead

She done throw that booty on me

Shit was neat

You done took your shots man all that shit was weak

Christian Dior on that body made me preach