Street Sweepers lyrics

[Intro: Yung Threat]
Long live Ahk
Long live Roach
Hey Whites
Hey Mob
Turn it up for Mari
Uh, on Ahk n*gga
I do this sh*t, I been doing this sh*t
Turn me up right quick

[Verse 1: Yung Threat]
I don't know about them but they know about me taking trips on their rip with that fully P
I'm a real young threat and I need sh*t stressed most n*ggas might label me a bully
Headshot younging got hit he was cooking
Tell Guap "Love that Drac'" 'cause we 'bout to get Boogie
That young n*gga weak he got put on a hoodie
You know how I'm coming I'm swinging that fully
Long live Q had me spinning for weeks
I don't care about a b*tch put her ass in a sheet
And you know that was me in the middle of the street I was bumping that P knocked his ass off his feet
You know how I come on your street
I'm a real street sweeper leave his ass in the creek
There is a time and a place I come anywhere with that Drac' I don't care put your ass in the air
I'm keeping it G
When Whites died I done cracked two in a week
All on they're rip, I'm looking sweet
Throw me the ball I'ma lace up my cleats
Crack him and his mother that's a real rest in peace
Smacked the n*gga little brother right there on that back street
(Excuse me)
[Verse 2: Guap]
I ain't got no picks I might punish a b*tch
That Drac' on my lap everytime that I fish
I'ma knock off them dreads he keep tryna diss
I'm fumbled that mini upgraded it quick
They stepping they talking I'm rolling that stick
They keep getting tagged these n*ggas be hit
These n*ggas be jiffing they not on sh*t
I smacked on the 60 the bullets gon' fit
I'm bringing the pressure I'm making 'em quit
We smoking the hop in your ass getting pinned
We ain't hop in with n*ggas that ain't even spin
I'm never gon' fold for no n*ggas that bend
These n*ggas keep hiding we punish they're men
Hop-hop out the ride tryna knock off his chin
These n*ggas be jibbering I swear they ain't active
First n*gga I see when I hop out I'ma crack him

[Verse 3: Baby Jamo]
n*ggas get cracked over Instagram capping
These n*ggas ain't [?] on Ahk they be capping
Yeah I could drive I spin that b*tch backwards
OG steppers got hit just for lacking
n*ggas ain't on nothing n*ggas is b*tches
Hop out the car with them Drac's and them switches
Them n*ggas ain't nothing them n*ggas be kicking it
I'ma tell you the truth you just gotta listen
Watch [?] went fed his ass a witness (Hot-ass)
n*ggas ain't on nothing n*ggas is victims
I swear to God, on Ahk we gon' kill 'em
I'm fresh out the mountains I'm catching my rhythm
They don't want bump they ass tryna tipping
Keep saying "get wicked" this sh*t done got wicked
Think I'm a rapper I be bumping my pistol
I'm whipping my gun don't be calling me Littles (Boom-boom-boom)