Sweepers Szn 2
[Verse 1: Kenny Capone]
If he spinning that Goose n***a better duck
I'm tired of these pussy n***as acting tough
Imma keep clicking 'til this shit is stuck
N***a Draco he pussy acting like he [?]
I'm really a G we could knuckle up
My shits work I don't need a gun
Ask Mrow n***a know what's up
I'm never lacking gotta keep it
A lot of y'all lil' n***as really new
You could get shot thinking shit is sweet
It's a ticket to death if they tryna' line the sweeps
Co Romeo, Jay both of them deceased
Spinnin' play tag when n***as make them freeze
You ain't never make a n***a bleed
You ain't never post up in a n***as P's
Bitch you ain't never up and let it squeeze
Told dot just
Told dot just go
Told Nas get him don't let him get low
Told 5ive creep up Jay throw
N***as can't stop this 2-3 zone
Free G Mr. hop out and click 'em
If that n***a fall he better not get up
I up and throw he catch bullets like Victor
Hollows hit his chest and give him hiccups
[Verse 2: Relly Gunz]
She let me fuck but that bitch got a n***a
Bro moving dumb forgot to pull the trigger
Right behind 'em, Imma get with 'em
Like, Why would I lie for some liquor
They keep dissing, I do not feel 'em
I notti bop but the dot in my system
That's his bitch I might click on my sister
Bro don't shoot 'cause we gotta get closer
That n***a dead he is not in a coma
Who the fuck is these new opps? I don't know them
Don't get caught by the store, you gon' die for that soda
I'm with the Rip, not the Rola
[?][?][?]
She felt the knock, not the poker
They say I'm shot but they man's wanna roll it
[Outro]
Tryna creep
I'm tryna creep
I'on walk 'em n***a I'm on feet
Grah Grah boom that's the sound of my heat
That's on bro
If he spinning that Goose n***a better duck
I'm tired of these pussy n***as acting tough
Imma keep clicking 'til this shit is stuck
N***a Draco he pussy acting like he [?]
I'm really a G we could knuckle up
My shits work I don't need a gun
Ask Mrow n***a know what's up
I'm never lacking gotta keep it
A lot of y'all lil' n***as really new
You could get shot thinking shit is sweet
It's a ticket to death if they tryna' line the sweeps
Co Romeo, Jay both of them deceased
Spinnin' play tag when n***as make them freeze
You ain't never make a n***a bleed
You ain't never post up in a n***as P's
Bitch you ain't never up and let it squeeze
Told dot just
Told dot just go
Told Nas get him don't let him get low
Told 5ive creep up Jay throw
N***as can't stop this 2-3 zone
Free G Mr. hop out and click 'em
If that n***a fall he better not get up
I up and throw he catch bullets like Victor
Hollows hit his chest and give him hiccups
[Verse 2: Relly Gunz]
She let me fuck but that bitch got a n***a
Bro moving dumb forgot to pull the trigger
Right behind 'em, Imma get with 'em
Like, Why would I lie for some liquor
They keep dissing, I do not feel 'em
I notti bop but the dot in my system
That's his bitch I might click on my sister
Bro don't shoot 'cause we gotta get closer
That n***a dead he is not in a coma
Who the fuck is these new opps? I don't know them
Don't get caught by the store, you gon' die for that soda
I'm with the Rip, not the Rola
[?][?][?]
She felt the knock, not the poker
They say I'm shot but they man's wanna roll it
[Outro]
Tryna creep
I'm tryna creep
I'on walk 'em n***a I'm on feet
Grah Grah boom that's the sound of my heat
That's on bro