Everybody Sweap

[Intro]
Grrah
G Pop (Vrlprada made this?)
Gang, gang, ah
He told me how G Pop— but we ain't gon' talk 'bout that neither
Free— shh, he told me how G Pop died, but we ain't gon talk 'bout that neither (Ah)

[Verse]
Man, these niggas is pussy, I know
Like, how many times we gon' throw?
Bend through the 'Well, bend through the Os, like, somebody really gotta go
Like, wait, who the fuck is a Sdot Go?
That nigga linkin' with opps, that's a no (That nigga a bitch)
Suck dick, yeah, I'm takin' your flow and if you got a problem, nigga, let me know
We gon' bend through the Doug' with a whole lotta poles, first opp that we see, that nigga gotta go (Doug'K)
Maneuver the V, we gotta get low 'causе after this shit we ain't tossin' no pole (OYK)
Yеah, I'm back, where they at?
J-John Glo got took off the map (John Glo)
Dumb lil' nigga should've had him a strap
Man, this shit gettin' real, I don't think we should lack (What the fuck?)
Hold on, I'm like, "Wait, fuck that, let's go through the 8" (YGK)
We ain't playin' with niggas 'cause nobody safe
Free the bros locked down, tryna beat up the case (Beat up the case)
On the Rock, it was me and the 8, lotta niggas was scared, they was movin' with 12 (Free Huntaa)
DGunna ain't come out his cell, if he did, me and Huntaa was givin' him hell
Beat-beat him, my niggas blowin' his face off
Came home, wasn't fightin' my case long (Grrah, grrah)
Bitch, I'm 5th to the Sev 'til my day gone (5th to the Sev)
Still free Kay, I know bro gon' stay strong (Free Kay Flock)
And y'all know that I'm flockin' for DooWop (Yeah)
On a, tryna catch me a new opp (Grrah, grrah)
Blick told me, "Chill," 'cause I be movin' too hot (Yo, Blick)
The Joker back home, so y'all better not move wock (Grrah, grrah)
Pussy niggas better play they cards right
300 DOS, dumpin' on sight
Seen a opp, nigga thought it was fight night, backed out, threw five, missed, I was so tight (Tight)
Bro came and he said, "It'll be alright," picked me up, we was spinnin' like all night (All night)
Everybody can't wait 'til they catch 'em a Flocka, run up on me, I'ma throw, like (Grrah, grrah)
And we still smokin' Rah-Rah, G Pop, Mexi, all 'em niggas got hit with a deady
Dubski, Lucci, they wasn't ready, but they still got popped like a cherry
Notti, 'Dotty, this shit is heavy
I don't wanna keep dissin' 'cause that shit is wack (This shit is heavy)
But they talk on my bros for a fact, so it's up and it's stuck and it's no comin' back (Ah)
And we gon' leave it at that
Notti died, nobody got back (Grrah, grrah)
Edot died, they was mad, but I ain't gon' lie, he all in this pack
Every opp that dissed me already died
Every opp that dissed me already shot
Stop cappin' and tellin' 'em lies before I go make a movie on your side (Suck my dick)
5th to the Sev, pop out like, "Surprise," I know you gon' run when you look in my eyes
This a thirty stick, but this is not a .9, it don't matter, you still gon' die (Gang, gang, gang)
I be off the pills, enjoyin' my time, she be tryna chill, bitch, get off my line
I don't need a bitch, they be wastin' time
No bitch 'bout to play with my mind
TG, can't forget the "Flockaa," any nigga play, I bet you I'ma flock 'em (Grrah, grrah)
Run down, hit him in his māthā
Twirl and he drop, fuck doin' the cha-cha (Grrah, grrah)
None of y'all Folk niggas comin' to my side
Big die Gz, and you know that I'm die Y (GDK)
Tried to flock, but I was on the right side, hung out the window 'cause it was a drive-by (Drive-by, slide by)
Duckin' they tacos when we slide by 'cause they know we tryna catch a Petey
Bein' 5th to the Sev ain't easy, if you see a opp, you better do 'em greazy (Grrt)
Chase flockin', tryna get him gone, he like, "TG, fuck that, we ain't showin' remorse" (We ain't showin' remorse)
Every Vato in Lambert, pick 'em off, either way he gon' be layin' dead on the floor, grrah (He dead)

[Outro]
Like, what?
How the fuck you gon' link with the Sweepers? (Ah, grrah, suck my dick)
What the fuck is a Sweeper? (What the fuck?)
'Cause you know we gon' sweep 'em, like (How the fuck you' gon link with the—?)
Either way, we gon' sweep 'em (Grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom (We gon' sweep 'em)
Grrah-grrah, boom (We gon' sweep 'em)
Every opp shot, everything dead (When we spinnin', we gon' sweep 'em)
Free— shh, he told me how, uh
Free— shh, he told me how G Pop died, but we ain't gon' talk 'bout that neither (G, G Pop)
Grrah, gang-gang-gang (The fuck?)
Stop talkin' on deads, y'all ain't do shit, word to my mother (Every opp shot, Sweepers to my dick)