Texty: Dem Franchize Boyz. Other. Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It (Remix).

[Chorus:]
Lean wit it, rock wit it [x8]

I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky
Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead
Yup in my white tee, I break a bitch back
And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat
Before I leave the house, I'm slizzard on a goose
And I'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose
And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it
And if you gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it

Ay gon 'n rock wit it, gon 'n lean wit it
Rock so damn hard, you break your spleen wit it
Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it
N da spot ain't crunk? Bitch it's green isnt it?
If you don't wanna do it, then I'll make ya dance
Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands
When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy
Charlay, plus the squad 'n dem franchize boyz

[Chorus]

Now I'm gon lean wit it (yeah), brush my shoulders off
'Cause I'm super clean wit it, SK don't play, I got a beam wit it, (beam wit it)
If I fuck you gotta let the whole team hit it, yup let the whole team hit it
Now rock wit it, shake your dreads wit it, bend your back
Snap your fingers, bob your head wit it, I said lean wit it
Take a sip of that Henn, and rock wit it
I'm off that X rollin hard wont chu pop wit me?

When shit pop off, I'm jumpin' out jus like "wassup hoe?"
I'm jigglin dat shit, all the way down to the flo' ho
I'm up in the club, and I'm creepin like I'm ice
'Cause my shit down to the flo, like I'm rollin' on a dice
You know we jawin', yup, and we all in da white tee
I lean 'n I rock, niggas wanna do it like me
I run wit BM squad 'cause that's my muthafuckin' click fool
Break that bitch back, jus like a real squad nigga do

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Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers
Ay wats happenin'? Lean wit me, rock wit me
Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me
Call me Teddy, I got grounds don't hate, nigga shop wit me
BHS, Trap Squad, B.R.C, we known bitch
Franchize aint got no money? Shit hold on hold on bitch
Dis trap shit 'n rap shit, I done did dat shit
Lean wit it, rock wit it, gon jig dat shit ay

The Squad, Baker Road, and Franchize on some other shit
Left witcha bitch, wit an ounce, and a stiff dick
Didnt have to say much, 'cause she seem obliged
Walked off the club, got on the phone, called her girl for menage
Wat I'm all up to, shit let's see how it turned out
Gotta crack-headed broad, now we headed to my house
Ay u wit that G shit right?
'Cause I done leaned, I done rocked all muhfuckin' night!

[Chorus x2]