Lean Wit It - ABRA CADABRA

Sho, sho, sho you know

AB in the building, 7 shit

O way or no way, get right or get left or get stretched

Free the drillers 10 times, you know

OFB shit

AJ made this

Yeah, right now it’s an Fs up or get your chest up

Wear your vest cuz

You know, gang

Four opp blocks, went purging, lurking, spin it and burst him

Who that’s chilling on the opp block district?

Come like the opps ain’t learning

He ain’t who he says he is in his tracks, lil prick, cah I know him in person

He can tweak on the net till we catch him and hurt him

Burn him, close them curtains

Pull up, squeeze on it, lean with it, don’t get seen with it, you likkle idiot

More time we don’t take time when it’s on top

Stepping out daytime or the evening

How you lean into nine mili sweets at them?

Back in the block in my uncles reaching it

Told him, «I don’t bang no guns on this evening»

He said that we got too much rappers and not enough slappers

He’s a little liar

Pants on fire, like he never got shot out, he’s a tire

Chest shot, make it leak like juice on the opp block

When they get chopped like fruit, aim for your head, try split it to two

Then I’m doing date night, just me and my boo

Pretty pon any side, she look good, she a Ghana tings, yes

Said her ex-man was a pum plex, stretch out man like who’s next

You know how we run this bombaclat

Why you think she wan ride me and done my dance

Promises she a army man, done the talk, grab the gyal and lean

Lean wit your wap (Sho, sho)

Lean wit your gyal (Sho, sho)

Gyal lean wit your man (Sho, sho)

Lean wit the gang

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Lean wit your gyal (Gang, gang)

Gyal lean wit your man (Gang, gang)

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Just lean wit it (Bop, bop)

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Gangland, gangland

We got hammers like West Ham

Catch man, you don’t wanna see the gang vex man

Pull up in two-litre dingers and press that

Bad man from the Farm estate in jet black, sight me an opp and kweff that

It could be a good yute or a bad boy from opp block

Lord knows I can’t left that

If I hop out the ride and (Bop, bop), dodge that corn when I fling that

Rise the mash upwards like Simba, gunshot make you fall down like timber

Waps on the block, grab that, fill it up, opp block, no satnav, hit him up

What’s that that I see?

Opp boy, hit him up, bare nine milimetres in the cab,

fill 'em up

He said that we got too much rappers and not enough slappers

He’s a little liar

Pants on fire, like he never got shot out, he’s a tire

Chest shot, make it leak like juice on the opp block

When they get chopped like fruit, aim for your head, try split it to two

Then I’m doing date night, just me and my boo

Pretty pon any side, she look good, she a Ghana tings, yes

Said her ex-man was a pum plex, stretch out man like who’s next

You know how we run this bombaclat

Why you think she wan ride me and done my dance

Promises she a army man, done the talk, grab the gyal and lean

Lean wit your wap (Sho, sho)

Lean wit your gyal (Sho, sho)

Gyal lean wit your man (Sho, sho)

Lean wit the gang

Just lean wit it (Gang, gang)

Lean wit it (Gang, gang)

Lean wit it (Sho, sho)

Lean wit it (Gang, gang)

Lean wit your wap (Sho, sho)

Lean wit your gyal (Gang, gang)

Gyal lean wit your man (Gang, gang)

Lean wit the gang

Just lean wit it (Bop, bop)

Lean wit it (Bop, bop)

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Lean wit it (Sho, sho, sho)

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