Joko Tha' Rapper - Serve The Lean lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse] All ya'll non beilevers, underachievers, dick eaters, penis pleasers It don't phase me too call you motherf**ers out when I see it Riff raff wouldn't want beef wit me Youtube posting frequently, motherf**ers ask why I always whoop a**, and I never take names, I said it all before I'm a f**ing riot maker b**h Ask your local ho I beat her p**y out the frame If you got flow you can grow motherf**ers Sin city, thick chick, with 6 titties, tight clit, for me willy, date her? Man not really, mary jane, I'll split the philly, stupid high, I'm dumb silly, my brain got me thinkin a milli, but not really I'm worth 2 bucks give 2 f**s got 2 trucks with 20 s*uts, each take your blunts, while I bust a 6 nut, deep in Andrew luck Aw shucks! Fresh to d**h, with a link cuff, got a mean scruf, mustache ride She can't bluff when I dive muff she will cream puff Got her out her skin and I didn't even need dove Swagger on a million your useless like a pigeon stop typing rhymes wasting peoples mental time I'm the diabolic Pot smoking no bars holding choke slam bolding you into oblivion I'm the lion and your the puss Imma hang you on my noose with my powerful mind I'll spin you away from this page you won't exist to me like a pager You ugly f*ggot stranger Hold on you k**ed it well I'm bringing it back Yea I'm listening I think ya' rhymes are wack I thought they taught how to spell in 1st grade I work so you know I get paid My n***a you can't see me through a microscope You probably go to jail and purposely drop the soap You must smell like real sh**, but you really need to quit Like David Ortiz I'll make a hit you'll probably take a hit, of dope, coke I don't know your a joke Your talking but i feel your rhymes are trash and your girl gets smashed Pa** me the Dutch with your left hand so I can get Higher and start this beat off with fire, fire flame spitter, whipping up buds like master splinter An you know I'm a winner, go figure, making six figures in a year Call that sh** verve cause you know its almost here Don't be afraid it's not a raging steer, but stand clear The revolutions on its way, and I can say, once its here, its here to stay We don't play, with our money we keep that sh** 100 Got dope don't mope best not choke when you toke, they call me John Roe but you might know me as John Doe flows so sick all the hoes be catching a cold I'm locked up in my house trying to get more cheese like a lil' mouse Time to run up this girls blouse an see what shes all about [Verse 2: Tech$ Finesse] Serve The Lean Pa** the d** Pa** the what? Birds eye view, paper cards on the window Blowin on some indo, indoors, no chores, never in the quiet seat I'm a beat, this track up, so their will be a train derail See you in hell, from a bird eye view, or should I say an angels view Very few, can do, anything that's exciting, inviting, you to try, try and die Die to survive, live again, make a friend, live life like hin See your seens, drinking gen, pardon this, I'm heading to the rest room Motherf**ers love to talk that sh** They really can't get enough of it, but I'm still in this b**h like a f**ing kid Coming to you from the 601, drop it down like a bomb Here to heat yo a** up, like some napalm, so be calm Homie you don't really want that I'm about that That combat, tap your brain, blown your mind Bullets penetrate through your spine You lived by the gun, you didn't think you would end up dying from one Your mom should have had more kids, cuz now she seedless Cuz now she's seedless She's really seedless dog Should really check up on that though [Verse 3: Tech$ Finesse] Money on the table Haters all day I don't care I'm gettin laid I'm getting paid Hit you right now, you a dike now u fly now? I'm high now, just die now, I'm dog ho you a lame n***a Spitting harder then an average n***a spitting Everything I say inspirational in your own damn way so learn from me The streets is mean its cold out there, its cold in here its burr burr Free guwop lean wit me Lean in my cup, got my s*ut, in the motherf**ing truck and I'm ducked off Sold dope, did it big, f** you I'm damn rich I ain't even rich though, I'mma let you know I'mma come in. We got the 4-10s 4-10s, We got 4-10s, I got 5 friends We need more then Bring the vodka in, and pour the gin, I only drink if it's foreign sent I'm high enough that I'm soaring Put the tip inside Lauren Now she's whoring, now she's t**ng I feel sorry for her boyfriend I'm a young black male I dont follow the rules to stay outta jail, but the odds are still against me I'm free but don't really feel free I grew up living in poverty Stressed and being depressed all the f**ing time but it ain't bother me Like a million things run threw my mind Success and happiness I need to find before its to late [Outro: Tech$ Finesse] This vision in my mind if the good book is right Fire sulfur ice will be falling from the sky