Emilio Rojas - Lean On Em lyrics

[Bridge: Emilio Rojas] And now we rollin in that '85, that '85 Yeah my shorty tatted up around the waistline When you sleeping in the motherf**in' day time I'm gettin' lowered by all my b**hes but they stay high [Hook x2: Emilio Rojas] Cause all we do is lean, lean on em Got some b**hes in the back with something mean on em Yeah we lean on em, yeah we lean on em And when I finish, I'mma sick the f**ing team on em [Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] Bad spanish b**hes with some a** shots Get it rollin' with the team like a mascot Matte black '85 in them back lots Speedin' down that mother f**in black top Rollin' with my spinx that's it's Anybody wanna pop that sh**? And make it hit with a lil bit of fists Until they drop and that is it You can find me with some pretty lil mommy's Gettin low up in the heights where they watchin' us Crown V's We livin', sinner not a religion Never gonna ask with no permission, I act and ask for forgiveness Yeah we get it, we livin' off the interest All these b**hes doin' lines like err day an audition I'm taking trips and spend my winter with tan lines Ya'll never fly I argue b**hes that stand by And we be gettin' things money can't buy Young Spanish mother f**er on the ride [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 2: Iamsu! ] Tell the Jamaican homies pa** the dutches I can't stand you n***as like Uncle Ruckus And these rappers be doing a bunch of nothin' But I stick to fundamentals like my name was Tim Duncan Like doing what pays me, always dressing crazy Pullin' up with bada** B's like Jay-Z What's the dealio? It's young Suzy Holiday in the millio Rollin' in them 85 Audi's What you know about it? Leanin' on them fools like I ate a weed brownie Wavy on these haters then, now they all drowning Money counting, every outing And it's heartbreak til my heart break You should par take Playing us is like hopping in the shark tank It's the gang in your ear Stay in your lane cause we'll end your career [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3: Styles P] Lean on em, yeah they lean on em He got swag but he don't got no cream on em If he did, he would've put the beam on em Got the iron and he don't want no steam on em Yeah I lean on em, big body V Look at my company a**ume I sold the a lot of thee Them n***as spending it, like they won the lottery Me, I'm a plant man, fill me up like pottery For real though, I'm viscious on a MI See I used to make ryhmes, grippin on the semi's Scramblin', these the ramblin's of a Jedi Late night, in the hallway with the red eyes Lean on em, them n***a kick stand Murder mommy's magazines keep your distance I'm in the gut, with the sound and the piff rims Something mean, got sixteen on six vents lean on em [Bridge] [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Tro Ave] It's Troy Ave I'm that n***a, don't mean to boast A BK well-known dealer heavy in coke White leather in chin-chilla the top off Late like a swag fiend who pop dope I'm fixin' to pop off, and you sold that Fixin' the pot whippin salt where the dough at? Show me the money, I'll see more clearer Show me the money, and show me a mirror Reflectin' on my past, pedal gettin' masked High speed paper chase straight ahead to cash Money off the bates, money chosen hate Murder was the case when he came and bought the wakes [Bridge] [Hook]