BlaQ $now - Lean Wit' It lyrics

[Verse 1-Tactic$] Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, on the mic I'm rockin' it On my dick she poppin' it, clearly she is not timid Ass, a**, a**, a**, all I get it cash, cash Put it in a Glad bag, shout to Meek and Maybach Yeah, you see it's Tac up in this b**h boy I'm tryna be a rich boy and ride up in them big toys Big crowd, loud music, bout' to make some big noise Big, I mean bigger than some steroids Most of y'all, stayin' high and paranoid Think I'm only out to get you when I just wanna record Man you got my vision twisted, you ain't 20/20 Hands up in my money being cunning ain't funny I'm intelligent you negligent you better get Ya crew up out my way or I'll send k**az to ya residence Never claim gangsta, but truly I'm connected I could dial up someone that you shouldn't mess with I'm electric, flow epileptic Make em' shake when they see it, cardiac arrest em' Music I invest in, b**hes I neglect them If you a woman, not a b**h then you ain't in that section Step in, and I make a impact Like a comet I'm on it and hit em wit' a big blast Give a lot away but karma says I'll get back Riff raff, quit the gossip wit' ya b**h a** Most rappers surrender they puttin' up a white flag Women show red ones, whisper out redrum Devious intentions with some devilish looks My God, these devils in disguise got me shook Steppin' on ya toes? No I'm steppin' on ya foot All ya profits up ya nose the Underworld has got you hooked Take a jab and I'm a hit you wit' a hook Rookie, you only Chapter 1 in my book Notice, the flow is expensive like roaming I had ya girl rowing, on top, while she moaning Speaking and I'm showing that I'm reaping what I'm sewing While you leeching and you blowing I got a dynasty growing Code red, no Mountain Dew And you know a ho tell, no Fountain Blue Try to ride my success, no b**h do ya own thang Married to the music, so b**h buy ya own rang Aware that I'm a keeper, I ain't tryna keep her I'm current like a Tweeter, b**h you older than a beeper I'm cold like a freezer, I'm givin' y'all chills You could get it on ya own cuz they ain't givin' y'all deals Real Deal Holyfield, smashin' competition Maybe Ali, Maybe Riddick, Maybe Tyson, Maybe Liston? Get a lot of hate, so it's obvious they listen Filled with ambition, while they gossip like some b**hes I'm vicious, and you could bet that Like a gambler addicted prolly best you step back Reverse it, forget you even stirred the pot I make em' nervous, fans think I deserve a shot Yeah and every verse clean like a perfect shot Breathe in, stop bet ya nerves are shot [Outro-Tactic$] Yeah man you want the honest truth? That ain't even really me tryin' at all That's just me f**in' around So imagine if I go 1-10 That beat ain't never comin' back Tactic$, BlaQ $now, T from the 3 2013 I'm out