Lyrics Lean Stains - Hi-C , vampiregloshit

Yeah, Hi—Hi-C
What's up, man?
Yung hi c, it's motherfucking Hi-C, you feel me?
Ayo, shout-out to Gotti, bro
The beat, bro
This shit, let's get it

Hi-C—Hi-C get that ho wetter than jacuzzi
Juiced up, bitch, wipe me down like Boosie
Real street California rolls like sushi
Big smoke, puffing on that cloud [?]
Fuck a check up, spent a check on [?]
[?] tryna match like a cutie
Girls Gone Wild, baby, let's make a movie
Get your best friend, ho, you need to introduce me
Get a best friend, why she tryna act—
Lame ass niggas clout chase like groupies
She gon' let me tune when I trip on the LSD
Go sixth sense when I trip on the shroomies
Everywhere I go, lil' ho ask, "Who he?"
Probably 'cause a nigga sauced up, teriyaki
Baby ride dick just like Kawasaki
Higher than a plane, make a nigga kamikaze
[?] down, made your ho wanna top me
Giddy up, bitch, ride the dick like a—
Have to hit a lick but I'm not Uzumaki
Lean on the blunt 'cause I love smoking Pocky
[?] fit like manga
Her legs bent but my blunts stay laced up
Kobe, creep through the Xans in the lean cup
Swish a slam dunk on the ho, no—
Let me rub my—let me rub my nut on her face like makeup
Quit acting tough, bro, your life made up
You a one star nigga like the side of a BAPE, bro
Five star porn star, dick in your main slut
James Bond, got the double O's in the soda
Checking how stirred, Hi-C stay poured up
Party in my nose all frozen
Got a Narnia, but my wardrobe coldest