Pour lean in my cup, you heard of homie Rich Boy
Purp and spliff, got me leaning like a bitch, boy
Purple drank, purple dank, how could I resist, boy?
Now I'm passed out, having dreams of being a rich boy
Money on my mind, you could dream about a bitch, boy
It's M.O.B., if you talking 'bout this boy
All facts, the truth
If we sipping, best believe there's nothing left in the juice
Puff puff the grass, then pass it to you
[?] got me on my ass, I'm finna crash in the booth
Critics say I spit such passion, it's true
If he hate or disagree, I flick my ashes on you
Need a bitch to fill my pockets, with the cash and the lute
So I can walk with [?] like cash from the booth
I'm from Texas, motherfucker, where they ask what it do?
And we stay draped out, and keep a fat blunt or two
I'm sipping while I'm swerbing, I encourage you to try that
Ten thousand dollar belt, chain, can you buy that?
Punishing the snare, being rude to the high hat
Pockets real fat, money never on a diat
I sip the lean, that's why my eyes halfway shut
On the elevator to the clouds, I'm halfway up
And don't you dare pour my cup halfway up
I put a four up in that bitch, and just lay up
I sip daily, so my eyes look lazy
Purple clouds got the sky looking real hazey
Somebody grab a two lieder, I'ma spike that
They ran out of sunkist, well, fuck it, where the sprite at?
I sip slow, Screw and Big Mo
I'm riding on 59, music real slow
Louisiana nigga, but I'm sipping on the Texas tea
Don't worry 'bout what's in my cup, nigga, let me be
Sprite and Promethozeen, yeah I rock and I lean
[?] flyest rocket you ever seen
Hundred thousand on my neck, yeah, could've bought a house
Grill in my mouth make these bitches think that I'm from the south
But I'm from the bay though, I used to sell the yayo
Business man now, got them killers on the payroll
Natural born A-hole, purp by the case loads
Don't bother me with drama, bitch, I'm all about my pesos
Eh, ho, I'm running through this money like a subway
Fuck a hood rat, I'm snatching bitches off the runway
I bought a ticket one way, to the top
Never stop, I told my mama I gotta, and we gon' make it one day
Gone off that purple drank, purple dank
Purple ryms on that coupe, purple paint
Geeked up, Urkel, man
Shout out to the H-Town, N.O., I see y'all
West coast, I sware it's going down like a freefall
