Cleaning Crew

(SephGotTheWaves) (Vicasso on another one) Down bad he feeling like ain't no one around to Ain't one of my partna dem then, nigga, fuck you Ain't riding with him then I probably got that Glizzy glue Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom Call the cleaning crew, broad day, whatever he gon' leave you It's easy to touch a nigga when you playing with them bands Type of money I could get you wacked, uh, by ya man Type of money make me know why mama nem say don't trust your friend 'Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gon' cross you in the end Keep ya lil' hand out, don't worry 'bout Jack, he gon' be alright Fuck the pilot, baby, I'm the flyest on this private flight Rockin' Off-White, thank the Lord no more off nights I tote big pipes, sorry mom I like gun fights RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil' one at the light I can't speak on you and yours but me and mine gon' shoot on sight Tell the lil' boy up the 30, it sound, uh uh, like a kite All my niggas that be with me, don't care if I'm wrong, don't care if I'm right All my niggas them they be violent, ran up stolo mileage Spinnin', pullin' triggers 'til we catching arthritis Better yet gon' catch us a body Choppa got titties tryna get naughty And I'm creeping late night with the zombies Late night, you got caught in your pajamas Down bad he feeling like ain't no one around to Ain't one of my partna dem then, nigga, fuck you Ain't riding with him then I probably got that Glizzy glue Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom Call the cleaning crew, broad day, whatever he gon' leave you 'Fore he even much started he knew he was gon' win Lil' bad ass jit walk around with no shoes, finally ran up all them bands Bad ass jit used to walk with no shoes, look how niggas envy him Fucked around and jumped on Protools now these bitches jump on him Selling sand, there was plenty sand, I just play with grams Give a damn about what you saying, I'ma let it blam Let it blam, make you disappear, a la ka kazzam Boy go ham, that is not your fam, left you in a jam Free Jaray, she was right here with me doing day for day Don't talk to you but every other month, so son make sure you straight Real nigga, he step to the plate gon' make something shake Real nigga, he grind for them racks then got out the way Down bad he feeling like ain't no one around to Ain't one of my partna dem then, nigga, fuck you Ain't riding with him then I probably got that Glizzy glue Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom Call the cleaning crew, broad day, whatever he gon' leave you