Gentleman’s Sweep lyrics

Verse 1:

n*ggas wanna pop off
Whenever I talk dawg
Y’all fraud n*ggas
Swear to god you raw
But get to running
When it’s hunting season
Gimme a reason to get to beaking
The pen is leaking
And imma let it bleed

I don't do collaborations with n*ggas who ain’t amazing
I can’t do a song with n*ggas who rhyme wrong with thong
They put you on in the club
n*ggas singing along
The white girls even singing it wrong

I’m a motherf*cking veteran
Show me a n*gga that I ain’t better than
Let him in
Late night show n*gga
Letterman

Late night
Something ain’t right
n*ggas can’t fight
Turn an altercation to an out of court settlement
Popular flows
n*ggas embezzling those
I’m ready to go
So what the f*ck I’m settling for?

I want a bag

I know how to use it
Stupid
Useless
Foolish
Goofy n*ggas
Wanna confuse me n*gga
I'll turn this sh*t to scary movie n*gga

Put on a show
Fela Kuti n*gga
They want to bruise me n*gga
They acting like a bunch of groupie n*ggas
I ain’t finna let them use me n*gga

Hook:

Yo what about me?
I feel like a young OG
And I’m making dough lowkey
And the flow OD
Know a n*gga cold
Don’t freeze
Tight like a polo tee
What about me?
I feel like a young OG
And I’m making dough lowkey
And the flow OD
Now I've got a 3-1 lead
This a gentleman’s sweep
Gentleman's sweep

Verse 2:

Stand for a n*gga
With a plan
I demand understanding
Cuz I wanna advance

(God damn)

Fans in the stands for a n*gga
Rolling 15 in a minivan for a n*gga

(God damn)

This sh*t is hocus pocus
Load and focus the scope on a goal then I hit it
Cold when I spit it
Like Cole with the flow
It’s the dopest
I just can't control where I’m headed
Listen

n*ggas wanna talk to me
I’m thought to be the n*gga that they ought to be

My old sh*t didn’t play
I was two minutes away
From throwing away the pencil
It’s simple

My addiction is critical
Other n*ggas getting by with the minimal
Getting high in they interviews
Mumbling about the visuals
Bullsh*tting
Tools spitting
Full clipping
New n*ggas
New gimmicks
Trying to swerve in my lane
But yo what about me?
I feel like a young OG
Got tricks all up in my sleeve
I’m up to my knees
In stress, anxiety
And all that I see
Is an open road but yo-


Hook:

What about me?
I feel like a young OG
And I’m making dough lowkey
And the flow OD
Know a n*gga cold
Don’t freeze
Tight like a polo tee

What about me?
I feel like a young OG
And I’m making dough lowkey
And the flow OD
Now I've got a 3-1 lead
This a gentleman’s sweep
Gentleman's sweep