Sweepers K
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah, Grahh
Like, Click for Naz, Click for JayRip
Grrah, Grrah, Like
Oh, he wanna come to the Bronx?
Bet, he just gon’ die where he at
Brodie boom if they not movin back
Like, 10 toes I gotta walk with that
They mention him, so we spin in all black
Niggas tryna blick, till’ I flock out the back
Like, we might flock it out the cab
Like, most of y’all niggas did bad
Smokin on Rah, they made him to a pack
And he really got famous, after he got whacked
TP, all in the blunt, but he 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
Spinnin’ Douglas, tryna see wassup
Like, wit the .30 I’m sweeping him up
Oh that’s Dee, throw him in a trunk
Oh, he smokin Nazzy, hit him with my gun
Oh, he think he can diss for fun?
Like, so I’ma spin for a month
Oh, Sweepers that’s what he jackin (Stupid)
That nigga thought I was lackin’
48, I’ma try to dap em’
Like, throw up the Gzz I’ma scalp em’
Hop out the V, who that?
Bro mad, cause he blitzin’ a Makk
Blitz both, it’s no lookin back
They bout’ to learn what I do with the scalp
I’m about to get disrespectful
Like, try to run, hop out, but he done
Like, he tryna flick on a drum
Like, he not gon’ stop till’ it’s done
Go to 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
