Cleaning Crew - Jackboy

Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to

Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you

Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued

Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes

Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news

Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune

Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom

Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you

It’s easy to touch a nigga when you playing with them bands

Type of money I could get you wacked, uh, by ya man

Type of money make me know why momma n’em say don’t trust yo friend

'Cause these niggas be dead wrong and just gon' cross you in the end

Keep ya lil' hand out, don’t worry 'bout Jack, he gon' be alright

Fuck the pilot baby, I’m the flyest on this private flight

Rockin' Off-White, thank the lord no more off nights

I tote big pipes, sorry mom, I like gun fights

RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil' one at the light

I can’t speak on you and yours but me and mine gon' shoot on sight

Tell lil' boy up the 30, I said I’m up there like a kite

All my niggas that be with me, don’t care if I’m wrong, don’t care if I’m right

All my niggas them they be violent, ran up stolo mileage

Spinnin', pullin triggers til' we catching arthritis

Better yet gon' catch us a body

Choppa got titties tryna get naughty

And I’m creeping late night with the zombies

Late night, ya got caught in ya pajamas

Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to

Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you

Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued

Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes

Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news

Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune

Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom

Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you

Before he even much started he knew he was gon' win

Lil' bad ass jit walk around with no shoes, finally ran up all them bands

Bad ass jit used to walk with no shoes, look how niggas envy him

Fucked around and jumped on protools now these bitches jump on him

Selling sand there was plenty sand, I just play with grams

Give a damn about what you saying, I’mma let it blam

Let it blam make you disappear, a la ka kazzam

Boy go ham that is not yo fam, left you in a jam

Free Jaray, she was right here with me, doing day for day

Don’t talk to you but every other month so son make sure you straight

Real nigga, he step to the plate gon' make something shake

Real nigga, he grind for them racks then got out the way

Down bad he feeling like ain’t no one to run to

Ain’t one of my potna dem then nigga fuck you

Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glued

Send one of your lil' steppers to get knocked up out his shoes

Send one of your lil' steppers to get put up on the news

Toting big .40's that make you sing like you need autotune

Call the cleaning crew, pull up with mop sticks and have the broom

Call the cleaning crew, broad day whatever he gon' leave you