[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Clean Up Man]
You don't be at the hood store, you don't know Lucky
Dog shit on me, got my Dickie 'fit smellin' funny
Chop made out of wood, this bitch a tree cutter
Runnin' through these stankin'-ass 'bows, got my toes funky
Been chasin' the opps for a year, them n***as still runnin'
In this bitch pressin' up pills for my real junkie
Bitch asked for some head, I said, "You real funny"
Bitch had a fat ass, but she real ugly
N***a can't hang around if you ain't tryna kill somethin'
My young dog trippin' off a body, ready to drill somethin'
Yeah, I say you can't hang around Clean Up if you ain't tryna kill somethin'
Beecher small as hell, it ain't really hard to find n***as
Have bro knock your cap off for fifty-nine fifty
You might get caught in the crossfire if you ain't ridin' with me
Flash on the Glock, I'll really comе and blind n***as
Dirty fuckin' with them in-stores, his shit slide diffеrent
Ridin' 'round with this Chief Keef 'cause I don't like n***as
Auntie, I got a twitch problem 'cause the ice hittin'
Unc' was the man in '86, he let the ice get him
I been trippin' lately, puttin' beats in a headlock
I'm not your average rapper, I'll get a n***a head popped
810 shit, bitch, shoutout to Bedrock
Pop a n***a downtown and slide my clothes in some bedrock
This bitch used to ho me in high school, I get the head now
Get a n***a killed in the club off a head nod
My n***a parking lot pimpin' with AR, he on standby
Run to your car when this bitch over, catch a headshot
Free Jiggaman until the shit backwards
I just popped a Percules, it's finna get active
Pull up to a rat bitch crib and fuck her on an air mattress
Feet too big for her shoes, the shit look nasty
You ever seen a n***a head get popped? The shit look nasty
I mix the Louis with Gucci, the shit look chatty
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
In a minute, I'ma stop rappin', I'ma stick to pimpin'
I could've fucked four hoes, but I stuffed two bitches
It's sad 'cause I don't really fight my bitches
Okay, I'm lyin', I do fight my bitches
I'm tender, I'll pop you, you better not even type my bitches
Boy, and I'm so serious
I almost popped four n***as tryna get a Zebra Cake
At the age of four, I bought my daughter a firearm
And you, you bought yours an Easy-Bake
I'll have a white bitch kill you that look like Ricki Lake
I done sold coke, weed, and pills in all fifty states
When you in Planet Fitness the only time you pushin' weight
You ain't never scare shit, boy, but your sister date
Just to eat out, it's expensive, I gotta book my plate
I gotta book my reservations and book my steak
Big Draco, big soldier, yeah, that's all me
I got the pills on me and they all cheap
I just stole from a n***a, it was all free
I can't fuck with you, naw, you can't call me
I got the dog cheap
Ain't shit expensive in here, AD, I think this blog cheap
I'm in Merrill hood sellin' weed, let me call Zeke