Sweepers K (feat. Sha EK, COE Wiki & 150 Wiz)

I'ma push up, I'ma creep

I done took some **** off they feet

Fuck it, I'm tryna catch me a Sweep

Jay5ive, don't get hit with this heat

G-Pop, that **** dead in my blunt

I was on Douglass totin' my gun

I used to bend ****' blocks just for fun

When that shit boom, it gon' sound like a drum

Free Thirty, free PJ, AP, those my Locs

It's C and an E next to my O (Grrah)

These **** pretend, they just follow

Jumped off the porch, I was boomin' them hollows (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Hold on, oh, I think I see Roscoe (Like, Roscoe)

Watch how we start lettin' shots go

161, but we ain't tryna box, though, like (Grrah, grrah)

They know we still let it flock, though (Gang, gang, gang)

Baow, baow, we jump shells in they 'jects, like

Somebody tell me who next

Yommy got shot, Dummy got left

Lee mentionin' X (Ah), **** took Baby Jet (Baby Jet)

Grrah, grrah, it ain't no worry (It ain't no worry)

L'zzz here, we got like thirty

D's on our dick, tryna shoot it like Curry (Tryna shoot it like—)

Never got caught on a drill 'cause I'm sturdy (Grrah, grrah, boom)

We tryna creep up, I'm not boxin' (Don't lack)

You could get shot in your shit tryna politic (Grrah, grrah)

Free all my grim **** takin' lottery (Lottery)

Spot us a rapper, he gon' catch a hollow tip

TG and Thunder got beat and they hoppin' it

Don't run, it's no remorse for the opposites

Like, don't run, 'ooters clickin', ain't no stoppin' it

Like, no, I don't dance, but I'm still Notti Boppin' it (Notti)

Like, he better watch who he speakin' too

Better not throw a Y when we creepin' through (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Bro tryna pop out like peekaboo

They know L'zzz gon' hop out the vehicle (L'zzz here)

Like, I'ma push up, I'ma geek

Like, Wiki gon' slide with that G (Gon' slide with that G)

Like, just don't lack when you crossin' that street

Scream, "Legshot," Dotty got put right to sleep (Legshot)

I'ma push up, I'ma creep

I done took some **** off they feet

Fuck it, I'm tryna catch me a Sweep

Jay5ive, don't get hit with this heat

G-Pop, that **** dead in my blunt

I was on Douglass totin' my gun

I used to bend ****' blocks just for fun

When that shit boom, it gon' sound like a drum