Wet Floor Sign

[Intro]
(That nigga J goin' up a rack)

[Verse]
Naw, fuck that, J, we goin' up a million
Dee Rich head fucked up, he'll kidnap children
Fuckin' with the Clean Up Man, yeah, Kidd'll really kill you
Your mixtape should have a cap on it, 'cause you don't really live it
Crack across your shit with this 40 and leave a nigga tipsy
You probably ain't catch that last bar, I be talkin' filthy
Bro trade the blues in for dubs to make his roll look shitty
This bitch want breakfast in bed, I made her walk to Denny's
(But ain't no Denny's in Flint), yeah, I'm foul with it
Slap sixty shots in this bitch, sick I came Nipsey
Bitch on FaceTime, bitch, ain't no way unless you pop a titty
Found out my mans was stealin', now I gotta pop my nigga
Shot a nigga in front of his mans, now I gotta pop a witness
I spent bands on some shoes, got me walkin' different
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Kidd, I can't talk to niggas
This bitch bad, but shе broke, I made her crеate an OnlyFan
Don't nobody listen to that shit, you the only fan
Ask a nigga what hand he roll up with and hit it with a shell
We got plenty shells for the beef, bitch, we Taco Bell
I'll beat a nigga face in until I'm out of breath
You do some foul shit over here, I'ma draw this TEC
We out here knockin' niggas off like, "Who the fuck next?"
Huh, got the opps upset
You don't believe in this Clean Up shit? Nigga, come try me
'Fit cost too much, no, you cannot copy
Shot a nigga that owed me pape' in 2019
I'm notorious with this shit, I feel like B.I.G.
If you ain't a Beecher nigga, no, you can't stand by me
Faceshot a nigga like he downtown gettin' ID
You niggas couldn't run up the pape' if you had five feet
My lil' nigga ride with fifty, he ain't shit but nineteen