EMP - Lean lyrics

Lean, Lean, lean lean lean lean Braaaaaaaaaah [Hook]x2 Steph curry with three Sittin back, sippin lean Codine and promethazine But your cup's still clean I've been smokin that green And countin up that cheese You know its EMP When that Bugatti pulls up on the scene [Verse 1] Your whip's f**ing dirty but my sh**'s f**ing clean I'm Pouring up and dropping beans, With the baddest b**hes you'd ever seen Drivin faster than McQueen and Shooting choppas with tha beam My rhymes are f**ing addictive and there ain't no vaccine On the cover of the magazines, Now its stretch limousines And I'm floodin the streets so you gonna need a submarine But I ain't going to the can because I stashed up a hundred grand I'm still counting them bands so you know I'm still high off that xanx [Hook]x2 [Verse 2] You need to simmer down because you still think you run the town Youre a f**ing clown and if you cross me I'll send the hounds They won't hesitate to hit ya, they'll let you sink to the bottom of a riva Better send your hugs and kisses before u sleep with the fishes They cops tryin to clean up these streets just stick to ur dishes I'm a genie in tha streets, granting out the b**hes wishes She want this long pipe so you know she gonna be up all night My double cup is dark purple but yours is full of f**ing sprite [Hook]x2 [Verse 3] I'm the ruler of the Jungle so all the b**hes call me Tarzan But you never even had a fan and you still haven't made a band I'm packing all this heat you would think I'd get a darker tan Still see more snow than Santa, Running the streets from San Fran to Atlanta So when I'm at the party I always drop beans in my purple fanta Slice your skull with my katana, then find the loot just like Indiana Met up with the plug in Havana, clips look longer than a f**ing banana Never switched it up been repping the same f**ing bandana