Janitor

Woo Gang Gang Stay with a mop you would think I'm a janitor Walk up and nail em ain't talking no manicure Keep one in the head you know I'm gonna blam it first He in the box ain't no shipping and handling I heard he still breathing pull up and I blam again Me and 2 pistols you know we go hand and hand Said he gon' fight this time and he still ran again He thought I was broke That's something he won't say again If I can't move you I bet you this cannon can I'm Wild 'N Out I feel like nick cannon man I go right off of the top y'all be planning it Step on they necks I know I got them panicking Choppa gon banish him Right when the blamma kick Chop with a 30 I'm waving a candle stick Send him a shot and you know we gon' cancel him I still got that fire he getting his candle lit Try to run up get smoked No cannabis Ain't no joke On bro I'm blamming it Glock 44 don't stop Got stamina U don't want smoke Get dropped no standing up Got both hands on the Glock no handle bar Brody say pass that gun I'll hand it off If he ain't blast that one I'll handle y'all Opp block by myself I ain't scared of y'all I stay with that heat like a fireman I'm a boss He make a move, we gon fire him He tryna beef But no I ain't fighting him 40 right up to his face He won't fight again He said that I'm broke Try again Mac to his face I bet he'll never lie again If I get em whacked They revive him, he'll die again I got a stick no lighter we lighting him Bullets they hitting his stomach and diaphragm Bow (bow) Now he tryna scream but he can't Nowadays I pay them hittas through cash app But I still got the G's in my pants Gucci belt buckle GG on my waist I got the muscle That heat where I stay How you my bro tryna eat off my plate? Say the wrong thing we gon get him erased Pew pew I'm in no competition My whips different If he get to tripping we pull up in big bodies Big shotty gon' up it and get him Trigger finger It's steady itching First we did him bad Now he in a bag and we gon' forget him Stay with a mop you would think I'm a janitor Walk up and nail em ain't talking no manicure Keep one in the head you know I'm gonna blam it first He in the box ain't no shipping and handling I heard he still breathing pull up and I blam again Me and 2 pistols you know we go hand and hand Said he gon' fight this time and he still ran again He thought I was broke That's something he won't say again