Sweepers K

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
(Fx, turn that shit up)
Like, click for Naz, click for JayRip
Grrah, grrah

[Verse]
Like, oh, he wanna come to the Bronx?
Bet, he's just gon' die where he at
Brodie boom if they not movin' back
Like, ten toes, I gotta walk with that
They mention him, so we spin in all black
Niggas tryna bend 'til I flock out the back
Like, we might flock it out the cab
Like, most of y'all niggas did bad
Smoking on Rah, they made him to a pack and he really got famous after he got whacked
TP, all in the blunt, brodie ash
AJ, nigga went out by a crash
DOA, we can never be last
Yus Gz should've died because he hit the dash
Free all the guys, for the guys, it's a blast
Mention one of mines, you get left in a pack
SevSideK, like, what, like, what?
These niggas know I'ma up, like
Spinning Douglass tryna see wassup
Like, with the .30 I'm sweeping him up
Oh, that's Dee? Throw him in a trunk
Oh, he smoking Nazzy? Hit 'em with my gun
Oh, he think he can diss us for fun?
Like, so I'ma spin for a month
Like, oh, Sweepers, that's what he jacking?
Stupid, that nigga thought I was lackin'
48, I'ma try to dap 'em
Like, throw up the Gz, I'ma scalp 'em
Hop out the V, who that?
Bro Makk and he blitzin' the map
Bend both ways, no looking back
They 'bout to learn what I do with the scat
I'm 'bout to get disrespectful, like
Try to run, hop out, brodie dump
Like, he tryna flick on a drum
Like, he not gon' stop 'til it’s done
'Round Harlem we fuckin' shit up
Like, I got the mud in my cup
Oh, he tryna get low? Like
Brodie gon' hop out the cut with the pump