Suicideyear - Danimals X Lean lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack The Spitter] Graham crackers, grams in the back of the Maybach, we rented to drive around like we had a damn Dime, to blow it, mine I own it Heat, ozone it, melt the f**ers we froze in the beginning We grinning, open up the wallet, plenty frigid Nickels glistening, can i get a chicken sandwich f** this Plenty pennies, s**ting friends when we henny Amend em in the morning for the minute we getting friendly With enemies b**hes sensing the night'll be ending deadly But first ima get a slurp and slurp it up on her necky Plenty of becky's I ain't drunk, give me a sec-y Section off this group of cattle, the flock of flakas regretting The night ahead of em, my best friend for a minute We grinning, open up the door to many ignorant b**hes No more metaphors hit the floor and then we making memories Lose em in a puff, it's rough being so motherf**ing aggressive [Verse 2: Jakob] Hesitate to recognize when I'm driving by Might not have a car but I could give you a ride Walk around the city like I'm reppin for my pride Never got a minute for this b**h I wouldn't call mine Clouds that start a rise, for this sh** I'd die Sadboyz 95 and don't you dare forget the time And don't forget the f**in flickr eat b**hes half of Chocolate like I'm munchin on a snickers, 10 times hella sicker Soul or sofa surfer while you scrolling with your cursor Checkin up on messages from times I got real close to her First I started writing sh**, writing for the fun of it Now I'm furthest from success and I gotta thank my pops again Let alone to die still I never got subjected On dying for the sake of making sure I'm well forget it Getting drive bys, working shifts from 9-5 k**ing beats in one take, only took me 9 tries\ [Bridge: Jack The Spitter & Jakob] Money Money Money Money on the mind f**ing nothing, mamas card they might decline (started smoking stoges never bought a dime Gettin 'all this money' yet they never rhyme) [Hook:] Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean Let em know we give a f** about a dream, b**h [Verse 3:Jack The Spitter] Danimals and Lean, they sleeping on us Put my foot in some a**es until they open on us f** them openers headline i'm sick of the game I need some vain sh** go with the stain on my crewcut [Verse 4: Jakob] Sipping on the coke cans, pack of cigs and black vans Double cup a tight a** flock away like iran Spray her like a spray can, never down for fake fans Get a b**h that bop me while just listening to slow jamz