[Intro: Clean Up Man]
(J X L A N, is this crack?)
Yup
KrispyLife shit
Yeah, they can't fuck with you, Clean Up

[Verse 1: Clean Up Man]
High off drank, I ain't smoked out the pound yet
Man, I'm high as fuck
Dirty-ass Guccis, they ain't even hit the ground yet
Silencer on the K, this bitch ain't made a sound yet
I'm tired of fuckin' sisters like, "Where your moms at?"
Bust in this bitch eye, she can't find where the towel at
A thousand rounds in the car, shootin' longer than a soundtrack
N***as love talkin' crazy 'til I shoot where your mouth at
The bag I done hopped in, this bitch a big one
My n***a, if I beat my bitch in public, mind your business
I'm trippin', just popped two opps and hit a witness
Ridiculous, I just pourеd Flint water in a Simply
I know n***as ain't really hard, I check n***as' tеmperatures
Crack a n***a head down the middle with a fuckin' Dillinger
N***a tried to fight at the mall and got popped on Miller
Bitch, we the opposition, you don't know Ricky killer?

[Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd]
Man, shit, lil' bro
I don't think them n***as know no Ricky— alright, yeah
Ahh
Fuck
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
This VLONE, yeah, this the big one
It go up by the size, so you know the shit expensive
I need a forklift for the 'bows, yeah, these the big ones
I ain't Wally Watkins, but I'm chasin' chicken
I'm wearin' Gucci Guilty in the club, I'm feelin' different
If you don't want your bitch fucked, tell her keep her distance
Lightskinned, but I'll get it poppin' like I'm from Memphis
She lightskinned with a fat ass, I wanna pimp her
This bag that I been in, I been trippin'
This clip, it shoot from Labor Day to Thanksgiving
Atlanta, Ohio, then back to Michigan
I ain't gon' lie, I drink so much lean, I need another kidney
Hold on (Hold on)
Do you really know the Coochie Man?
Let off a hundred-some shots up at Gucci Land
I put ice cream on her cheek like she Gucci Mane
I done slid on moe, tried to pop him and his friends
He tried to move and I shot up the moving van
Hold on