Cleaning Crew

Down bad he feeling like ain't no one around to Ain't one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you Ain't riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you It's easy to touch a nigga when you playing with them bands Type of money I could get you wacked uh by ya man Type of money make me know why momma nem say don't trust yo friend Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gone cross you in the end Keep ya lil hand out don't worry bout jack he gone be alright Fuck the pilot baby I'm the flyest on this private flight Rockin off-white thank the lord no more off nights I tote big pipes sorry mom I like gun fights RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil one at the light I can't speak on you and yours but me and mine gone shoot on sight Tell lil boy up the 30 I said I'm up there like a kite All my niggas that be with me don't Care if I'm wrong don't care if I'm right All my niggas them they be violent ran up stolo mileage Spinnin' pullin triggers til we catching arthritis Better yet gone catch us a body Choppa got titties tryna get naughty And I'm creeping late night with the zombies Late night got caught in ya pajamas Down bad he feeling like ain't no around to Ain't one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you Ain't riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you Before he even much started he knew he was gone win Lil bad ass jit walk around with no Shoes finally ran up all them bands Bad ass jit used to walk with no shoes look how niggas envy him Fucked around and jumped on protools now these bitches jump on him Selling sand there was plenty sand I just play with grams Give a damn about what you saying I'm a let it blam Let it blam make you disappear a la ka kazzam Boy go ham that is not yo fam left you in a jam Free Jaray she was right here with me doing day for day Don't talk to you but every other month so son make sure you straight Real nigga he step to the plate gone make something shake Real nigga he grind for them racks then got out the way Down bad he feeling like ain't no around to Ain't one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you Ain't riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune Call the cleaning crew pull up with mopsticks and have the broom Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you