[Verse 1]
I'm sippin' on red, dammit, I'm a leaner
She say that I'm mean, wait until I turn meaner
Pull up on the scene, .40 on me with a beam, yeah
You ain't no hard n***a, you a misdemeanor, I'm a felony
Fuck that bitch from Heaven, her name Angel, pussy heavenly
I be so damn groovy off this molly, like the '70s
I'm at double G with it, you shoppin' at the Dollar Tree
I'ma keep it G with it, these other n***as wannabes

[Chorus]
Take the Perc-y with the lean with it
You know I gotta lean with it
I ain't gon' buy a gun if it don't got a beam with it
Ain't no one-on-ones, bitch, I got the team with me
No joke, fuck a pun, pill pop, fuck a blunt
Take the Perc-y with the lean with it
You know I gotta lean with it
I ain't gon' buy a gun if it don't got a beam with it
Ain't no one on ones, bitch, I got the team with me
No joke, fuck a pun, pill pop, fuck a blunt

[Verse 2]
Oh, oh, oh
Take a deuce to the face, got a n***a slow
Kids, don't do drugs, they're horrible
Yeah, but if you gon' do 'em, you better go do 'em
Oh, oh, oh
Bullet holes to his face, take away his soul
Fuck n***as on my nerves, I feel horrible
Yeah, so I'ma go shoot 'em and put a few through 'em (Oh)
[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Take the Perc-y with the lean with it
You know I gotta lean with it
I ain't gon' buy a gun if it don't got a beam with it
Ain't no one-on-ones, bitch, I got the team with me
No joke, fuck a pun, pill pop, fuck a blunt
Take the Perc-y with the lean with it
You know I gotta lean with it
I ain't gon' buy a gun if it don't got a beam with it
Ain't no one on ones, bitch, I got the team with me
No joke, fuck a pun, pill pop, fuck a blunt