[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: Clean Up Man]
Bitch, I don't gotta speak on shit, the opps already know
Ran too many laps at practice, damn near popped my coach (Booth)
I'm not good at cuttin' hair, I like to fuck up fros
I'm ready to drop some hot shit with no mittens on
Every n***a ridin' in this car can't do no wrong
I'll pull up shootin' shit like MealeoStone
I call the K sledgehammer 'cause it break bones
Bitch, I'm the grim reaper, come through and take souls
I'm 'bout to sleep the day out, I got an eight poured
My boostin' bitch bring me Nike 'fits, she like to steal clothes (That bitch a thief)
Your whole team love to cap, CB4
Who thе fuck is dog? Never seen him beforе (Who the fuck is dog?)
I'm tryna zip a n***a, I'm talkin' Nike jacket
Don't come askin' for prices, 'cause I will tax you
Dog could've been in a movie, 'cause n***as real actors
Bitch, don't ask for no head, 'cause I will smack you (Smack the shit out this bitch)
If I was Will Smith, I would've killed that bitch
Her face would've had an entanglement with my fist (I would've beat her)
If I get signed, rob the industry like 50 Cent (I'm robbin' everybody)
Gramz spent 10K on a chain, he never sold a brick
Craig a good n***a, I would've popped Deebo in his shit
Gun got a speech impediment way this bitch spit
Beyblade with the Glock, I cock it, make this bitch rip
[Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd]
Yeah, alright, alright, KrispyLife

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Beat dog ass with a brick, I think I'm Craig
N***a try to run and then I'm aimin' at the legs
So many Glocks around this bitch, you would thought I hang with Tez
I wrap my head in a turban and shoot like I'm from Afghanistan
Naw, I shoot like this my rookie combine
Hit your son's school and turn that fucker to the Columbine
I don't understand emojis except the dollar sign
Paranoid when I see the boys, Ty Dolla $ign
N***a won't take shit, I got my gun and I'm cockin' mine
Only way I'm goin' to the club if I get my Glock inside
Drop my gun in the barbecue sauce in the cookout line
Oh shit, my bad, auntie
Thought I sold him soft, but it was an E pill crushed inside
Got on Guccis with no socks inside
Couldn't get in touch with nobody, so my pops gon' slide
Shotta ain't make no beat, but it made him chopped outside
Damn, huh, I'm on a different level
Hit a n***a with this bitch, he thought he fell into a puddle
Naw, not like that, I meant to say like—
Wet a n***a with this bitch, he thought he fell into a puddle
Your bitch'll get the balls, she don't never ever wanna cuddle