Lyrics: Virgil Gazca/Richard Elizonda/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks
Music: Virgil Gazca/Richard Elizonda/Joel Banks/Taylor Banks
[Intro: That Mexican OT]
(Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?)
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the **** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the **** you mean? Why you off the lean? (Bankroll Got It)
Why you off theβ?
[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Xanny's in my lean, throw it in my blunt
Jiggin' on the X with a double cup
**** how you feel? I don't give a ****
You can ask me later, still won't give a ****
Walk in the bank, smellin' like straight refer
****in' bad hoes, feelin' like J. Bieber
Got more sticks in the crib than a beaver
Green in my pants, got me lookin' like Peter
She don't use no hands, ride me like a Tesla
Double cup filled with oil from Odessa
I got a twenty-five lighters that sit on the dresser
Yes sir, I gots to get faded
You want some smoke? Well, let's get high
Sheriff Woody, made him reached for the sky
I'm a kick door kid, you better recognize
That .556 made his dick circumcised
Hit him up with a sawzall and beat his bitch ass with the piece that was sawed off
I jumped in the four legged slab, and I crawled off
I had to sneak in his crib and then drown all his kids in the tub 'cause he think that I got soft
So what the **** is you talkin' 'bout?
Don't come barkin' at me, I don't bark a lot
You can get it anywhere at broad day
Get your your shit split in a parking lot
[Chorus: That Mexican OT & DRODi]
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the **** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink (Hold on)
What the, what the, what the **** you mean? Why you off the lean? (Ayy)
Why you off theβ?
[Verse 2: DRODi]
Yeah, weed loud like he's trying to start a fight
Bustin' licks while he sleep through the night
Pull up smokin' fog dot, hit the lights
She ain't shut the door, bitch, close it right
See me with a bitch, I'm prolly droppin' pipe
Player bang biscuit, type shit she like
Gettin' paid to rap, on stage, front the lights
Same DRODi man on and off the mic
Yeah, higher than a bitch, so the let roll slow
Dope sells itself, so the pack gon' go
Finna hit a lick, all black, no gold
Sell a lot of dope, no mistakes, don't fold
Big DRODi man, only high, not the low
Keep me some sticks like I work at the Lowe's
Chain, it be froze like it just seen a ghost
My cup, it be muddy in my four-by-four
I'll be burning that gas, I'll be burnin' that diesel
Got a lot of cars, and I got a lot of reefers
Smell like that loud when I come out your speaker
I'll be mixin' that drink with a tube in the beaker
Down in the water, it's me that lil' pizzas
Leak on the white with the pee, new features
Still in the street like a Jehovah preacher
I said my weed better, I ain't say that it's cheaper (DRODi man)
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Why you off the lean? Why you off the lean?
What the, what the, what the **** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Nicely, nicely, nicely in my drink, nicely in my drink
What the, what the, what the **** you mean? Why you off the lean?
Why you off theβ?