Russ - Gun Lean (Remix)
(ft. Taze, LD, Digga D,
Ms Banks & Lethal Bizzle)
GRM Daily
Russ - Gun Lean (Remix)
(ft. Taze, LD, Digga D,
Ms Banks & Lethal Bizzle)
GRM Daily
[Intro: Mr Wot]
Gxtcha
[Chorus]
Gun lean, man gun lean
Gun lean on the beat as well
For everyone, boys and girls
Flick your shoulder, use them well
Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right
[Verse 1: Russ]
Gun lean remix
Tek your time, don't cat Felix
Squeeze the mash like I squeeze tits
Digga D, bro Pyrex whip
Not your average rental links
Lamborghini's, golden whips
Russ with the rush, gun lean with chip
Left, right, near your girlfriend's whip
Like haffi mek Lady Gaga
Likkle man I'm your father
In the flesh, ain't on nada
Free my bro, please get smarter
Badman, don't mad man, it's long
Jet Li ting, man ching then chong
Who's that peng browning? She's tun
Come baby, come ride this [?]
[Verse: Taze]
Jump out, grab him, Sav too mad, don't mad him
He buss a left, then a right, then a right
And the feds woulda left, man I thought I just had him
Active, don't mad me, get tanning
Active, don't mad me, get shot
Live O like Magnum's and Glocks
Still do it like Woosh did, ride for your homies in the box
Bishead lay off that chalice
Run down, then baked in Palace
And, I don't care what anyone says, babes, if you hold this stick, your're the baddest
How many times have I done it on my ones?
Two or three man see me step with guns
4-doors propper, see legs and bums
Been [?] 5 so you've seen man done
[Chorus]
Gun lean, man gun lean
Gun lean on the beat as well
For everyone, boys and girls
Flick your shoulder, use them well
Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right
[Verse: LD]
Call me godfather or dad
Gun Lean on every opp block, that's facts
Still pull with K or Kayman, ooh
We trap, that's cash or waps
It's far from a joke when you see me in a big jacket, I'm nuttin' like Shaq
No corn black, me plus 4, that's wass on wass
Hit chest then back
Man lean with it, .44 hit his chest clean with it
I was in the trap, not carni
Just like Taze, no deals, strait creamin' it
Spot that, grab that, take that what?
How you stunt on gang with a brand new watch?
When it comes to south London, LD's got the top three spots
[Verse: Digga D]
Digga D, I'm a well known bandit, bandit
Had a new mash, just landed
Jheez, cop it, chop it, sand it, hand it
The verbal ting I can't stand it
Wife and two, got tanned when I banged it
Mad ting
Got a conspiricy case in the silliest place, they're saying that I planned it, damn it
Back on a Feltham landing
You ain't been in the hood like Robin
I ride in hoods tryna leave man red (Crud)
The sweets are goldy, yola drops and lots of dred (Maud)
No porkies, pepper them pigeons, they chase this ped
Gyal tryna give man noddy, she ain't got balls in her tounge thats dead
[Chorus]
Gun lean, man gun lean
Gun lean on the beat as well
For everyone, boys and girls
Flick your shoulder, use them well
Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right
[Verse: Ms Banks]
Talking loads, they ain't badder than me
They can never be Ms B
I stamp chick in a Addison Lee
Your salary couldn't cover my feet
From 09, man I've been on my grind
Now all my young g's got a shine
Gotta see dad when I'm checking my time
That's how you get a gun lean like mine
Lucy-Lucy, I sweeter than Jucy-Jucy
All my girls unruley, ruley
How you talking all that papa, ain't gettin' no pay
Run a girl down like my name was Reney
You don't want it with I, I'm bad on my j's
Say my name, I'm on my way
[Verse: Lethal Bizzle]
Gun lean in a Rolls Royce, yeah manna driver
Passenger see yeah that's my number one striker
You could be 18 yards, two-two guards
Pap pow, there will be no survivor
Straight to the clear port, hop on the jet
Go link 50, hop on the set
I keep it humble in these streets
Take kindness for weakness you will regret
New year, new year, that's just wass
Hype off views, that's just gas
How you got less numbers in your bank than your social media? That's just brass
Every time I talk my g, that's cash
Plain JP's, yeah that's flash
Not tryna flex 18 years when you first started, that's just trash
[Chorus]
Gun lean, man gun lean
Gun lean on the beat as well
For everyone, boys and girls
Flick your shoulder, use them well
Left, right, left, right
Left, right, left, right
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