Cleaning Crew Jackboy

[Intro]
(SephGotTheWaves)
(Vicasso on another one)

[Chorus]
Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued
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 gon' leave you

[Verse 1]
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 n'em say don’t trust yo friend
'Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gon' cross you in the end
Keep ya lil' hand out, don’t worry 'bout Jack, he gon' 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 gon' 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 gon' catch us a body
Choppa got titties tryna get naughty
And I’m creeping late night with the zombies
Late night, ya got caught in ya pajamas