Lyrics Mëan feen (feat. Kranky Kranky) - Yeat , Kranky Kranky

Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)

Yeah, we come 'round, we shooting, sliding the town
"Where you at?" With my slime in your town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sipping lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punching out (Yeah)

You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Serving fiends
I stretch the work, it's not no Lеvi jeans
What you asking? What's sitting on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Applе bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceiling when you're broke and teasing
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fucking Visa

Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sipping lean or drinking track', the purple be the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leaning, make a Federal Closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much fucking clothes and guns and jewelry sitting inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a fuck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)

Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)

Yeah, we come 'round, we shooting, sliding the town
"Where you at?" With my slime in your town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sipping lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punching out (Yeah)

You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Serving fiends
I stretch the work, it's not no Lеvi jeans
What you asking? What's sitting on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Applе bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceiling when you're broke and teasing
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fucking Visa

Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sipping lean or drinking track', the purple be the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leaning, make a Federal Closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much fucking clothes and guns and jewelry sitting inside my closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a fuck if you say you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)