[Intro: Kiddo Marv]
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
[Chorus: Kiddo Marv]
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
[Verse 1: Kiddo Marv & Freese Cola]
Copped a glizzy and a stick, now I'm movin' militant
I heard they wanna kill the kid, come pull up on me then
Couple shots, we in the wind, bet he don't come back again
Hit his block, them windows tinted, he can't see we ridin' it
We ducked off, we fuck broads and screamin' fuck laws
I just want my bezel yellow like it's duck sauce
She give me fire head, yeah that hell-mouth
She still got my old number, yeah my bell south
[Verse 2: Freese Cola]
Man them n***as went left, I went another route
I dump a fuck n***a, leave the shells in his mouth
I'm straight out the slums, I'm straight out the slaughterhouse
And if you got pressure, n***a we can't swap it out
I did a lot of shit my n***a I can't talk about
I turned into a savage when I first seen a drought
We really lived this shit, we never did it for the clout
We busting semis, automatics, 'til we runnin' out
Pull up with them street sweepers then I gun 'em down
I get the drop then I'm comin' out
I burn your block with a hundred rounds
I got some snipers, you won't see 'em but they all around, ayy, ye
A true soldier'll never tell his body count
Pull up on the curb, make a n***a body bounce
A true soldier'll never tell his body count
Pull up on the curb, make a n***a body bounce
[Verse 3: Kiddo Marv]
Cola finger fuckin' the trigger, that boy a squeezer
Hit your ass up and then we throw away the heater
We playin' with choppers, my n***as don't play with nina
Rrah rrah, that shit louder than a speaker, ayy
Dump at us, we dumpin' back, hit you then we double back
I love the streets even though it never love me back
Everywhere I go I keep a stick on me
Keep talkin' like a ho, I shoot your big homie
N***as love to start drama 'til they get left in the trauma
Pull up on him in all black like Phantom of the Opera
Hella choppers, and it sound like helicopters
Hit him in the face, now the n***a need hella doctors, we gon'
[Chorus: Kiddo Marv]
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
[Verse 4: John Wicks]
I be on the block with my forty-five, ayy
I be on the block if a n***a size me
If a n***a size my block, wet 'em up
I don't give a fuck, c'est la vie, tough
I'ma die for my squad like uh
On my guys, I'm super turned
I'm super turned, I'm super turned
[Verse 5: CBE & John Wicks]
Pull up in that pressure then I'm smokin' on that gas
Slidin' in the Beamer, hit the motor, do the dash (CBE)
Clutchin' on the burner, dirty forty got the thirty clip
Gang gang gang, all my n***as on that murder shit (Sniper)
Forty with a beam, got ten n***as on swoop
Robbed me when I was dead broke sellin' this coke
Now I pull up in the trap, sell a brick in that shit (where you at?)
Cappin' ass boy, china white, fast flip (glee)
China white, fast flip (fast flip)
Cappin' ass boy, china white, fast flip, yeah
When I come back flip
Then shoot him up n***a, it's pooh wet that shit
Wet that shit, Sniper Gang, you know, and we in that bitch
Sniper, glee, glee
[Chorus: Kiddo Marv]
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
[Verse 6: YBJ]
Bro I keep that thing with me, man in my city
All my n***as gettin' money, all my n***as up the road
Actin' like they know me 'cause they know I'm 'bout to blow
Even though I know these n***as hatin' on the low, oh
All we do is chase cash, get paper
I don't really fuck with you haters
I'm just tryna stack it to the ceiling, to the ceiling
In the hood I'm tryna make a million, make a million
I ain't fuck with shawty in a minute, in a minute
I got them bands on me, shawty come and get it, come and get it
I got that heat on me, n***a I'm a street sweeper
I come through like the grim reaper
[Chorus: Kiddo Marv]
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
Pull up on you with the broom, we street sweepers
All my family stuck in Haiti, ain't got no visa
Sippin' on Patron, tea, and Tequila
N***a fell off then powered up like I'm Vegeta
