(Verse 1: Kyle Richh)
Back out the chop, I might just bleach em'
We gon' bend thru wit' 41 Sweepers
Big knock, this shit a jammer
Gun jam up, he get beat, no answer
Keep a glizzy, no, I cannot fight him
If he ain't goin' we gon screw em tighter
Me and Dotty like Kobe and Michael
We see a O, bitch we aim for his tightrope

(Verse 2: Sdot Go)
Like, Kyle, Tata
When they both wit me, I'm aimin' at matas
We bend thru have, why they duckin'?
Tell JC to throw shots at they cover
Kay, Woko, they both deadies
Can't sleep, man I got steel in my pillow
How the fuck they dissin'? they bluffin'
This the 41, Sweepers cypher
When I'm throwin' these bullets, I'm an animal, like Tyga
Bend MillSide, tryna pull out my lighter
He try to run up, but I'm not a fighter
I made them put up flyers

(Outro)
Glah
Like, come here
Come here
GLAH GLAH
Sweepers sweep, remember that
41 sweepers, like