Yeat – Mëan feen (feat. Kranky Kranky) Lyrics

Mëan feen

Yeat (feat. Kranky Kranky)

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"Mëan feen." - Yeat (feat. Kranky Kranky)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:30 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 10

Drop, yeah, drop (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, drop-top
Told you, "Lean with me," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with me, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got billions, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)
Yeah, look around you, you in Slamm town
"Where you at?" Ridin' 'round Slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, with that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy
Walk around with Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean, I'm drinkin' track', the purple beat the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made a fat deposit
Walk inside this building, left it linging, made a fat ho gluzz it
So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet
I don't give a fuck what you say, you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it
Drop, yeah, drop (Uh-huh)
I'm in the Urus, drop-top
Told you, "Lean with me," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with me, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got billions, baby, companies on my nut (My nut)
Yeah, look around you, you in Slamm town
"Where you at?" Ridin' 'round Slamm town (Phew, phew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stretch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you askin'? What's sittin' on my feet? This not them Givenchy's
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, with that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you pray for the ceilin' when you're broke and teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and break my fuckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I rock me Moncleezy
Walk around with Glock in my bag, I call that bitch my glizzy
Sippin' lean, I'm drinkin' track', the purple beat the fizzy
All my money brought inside this bank, I made a fat deposit
Walk inside this building, left it linging, made a fat ho gluzz it
So much fuckin' clothes and guns and jewelry sittin' inside my closet
I don't give a fuck what you say, you a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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