Street Sweeper 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 yung threat and I need sh*t stressed most n*ggas might [?] bully
Headshot younging got hit he was cooking
Tell Guap "Love that Drac'" 'cause we 'bout to get [?]
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 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 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 from where that mini upgraded it quick
They stepping they talking I'm [?] 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 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 [?] 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 [?]
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 I be calling me Littles (Boom-boom-boom)