Botany Boys - Smokin N Leanin lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah this that motherf**ing B.G. Gator, off that Botany Coming from that Southside, of Twoston Texas Where n***as known, for rolling in teras Swangas, and co*k back chambers And right about now, my big homies bout to loc up And drop some sh** for y'all G's, s*uts and pimps peep game [Hook - 2x] (smoke), till you can't smoke no mo' (lean), think about it in your dreams [C-Note] Well I'm smoking smoking, high off that endo Ready to hit the switch on the b**h, in the pinto The Botany Boys got static, tragic Automatics, get your a** whipped like them addict We ain't playing no games, we just swanging them thangs Creeping through the Clover, where the real n***as hang Catch us flipping on the blades, or them 1-2-3's Or in the kitchen, cooking a whole bunch of G's Got to get my pay on, my lean and my strut Now the Botany Boys, busting caps We get in the do', like that Riddid Bo I'm leaning on the fo', right before I do a show [Verse 2] Smoking and leaning, is my hobby Everytime you see me, I be out trying to get mine Laws peeping me trying to get nine, think I'm slipping Cause I'm sipping, on boonswine But I'm on my P's and Q's, my homies G's and fools The golden rule stay true, never cap always strapped Rolling 18's, on Dunlaps On a 400 Lexus, from Mo' Money Texas Brother be plexing, but I be stressing My feelings, 1-87 k**ing now I'm chilling At my crib, on my leather high as ever I'm real, I gotta keep myself together [Hook - 2x] [Head] I smoke sweet after sweet, cause I can't do without it Lean hard on that drank, till I start to dream about it Wake up and can't wait, puffing dank Mix another drank, mind focused on my bank Just your average everyday G, yup it's me Head Ripping up the beat, hooked up by the D-Red All the G's got my back, grab your gat and start busting Botany Big Shots, produced by Platinum Productions Southside Playaz, in the motherf**ing house Smoking and leaning, stacking the green and breaking the haters off Now let me hit the k**er herb, like it ain't sh** Grab the boons of syrup, time to get the drank mix wanna smoke I wanna lean [Hook - 2x] [Lil' 3rd] Smoke made me choke, as I'm coming down clowning Codeine on my mind, as I'm coming down McGowen Nothing but players and pimps, walking with limps The hustlers and the macks, separate the busters and simps So boy when you step, you better step with respect Ain't a start ain't none involved, or dumping with the techs Automatic weapons, when I'm coming down wrecking Seventeen shot Glocks, when the jackers start to stepping So it should, I do just chill with my crew Get some k**er from that Mello, and smoke a ounce or two Why all the haters, wait scoping the scheme I'ma keep making paper, straight smoking and leaning [Hook - 2x]