JStar Balla - SWEEPERS K (feat. Lil Mizzy, HoodStarDotty, DD Osama) lyrics

Oh, y'all dissing on bro?
Okay, time to up the score
I got a mop, what the fuck is a Sweeper?
Late night, we gon' spin through the 4
Like, ayo, Mizzy, where they at?
Bet,  brodie gon' aim for his hat
Heard he Hound? Bitch, I'm Makk
Well, it's every opp shot
We don't care what you jack

Ayo, Star, they keep dissing the gang
If I catch niggas lackin'
I'm letting off shots
Like, let's take a trip to they block
If them niggas outside
Then I'm upping my chop
They know my bop, Mr stay With-A-Knock
Two hands on my pole when
I'm lettin' it flock
Like, why you keep droppin' my set?
I know your body, why you chasin' rec'?
Fuck it, I catch him, that's one to his neck
We got knocks in the V
Wе ain't taking no check

Like, we ain't taking no chеck
Like, how many niggas done checked?
C-Hii, Lotti, like, who next?
Catch a Sweeper, leave him in his 'jects
I be rappin', I know
But I stay with my blick
Like, if he run, I bet I'll make him trip
Okay, bet, let's take a trip
Big 40 & 'K wit' a stick
Like, I know a opp who got hit in his shit
And I'm smokin' on Ben
Nigga stuck in this spliff

Why they mad 'cause they never outside?
Why they mad 'cause we smoking on Fries?
Ayo, Sha, you butt (You pussy)
Boy, you ran on ya' mans and he died

Oh, y'all dissing on bro?
Okay, time to up the score
I got a mop, what the fuck is a Sweeper?
Late night, we gon' spin through the 4
Like, ayo, Mizzy, where they at?
Bet, brodie gon' aim for his hat
Heard he Hound? Bitch, I'm Makk
Well, it's every opp shot
We don't care what you jack (Grrah-Grrah)

Bitch, we every opp shot
We don't care what you jack
It's nowhere to run when the dot on your back
Outside posted with the-
Outside posted with the Makk
I'm with Mizzy, I know he gon' throw
J got hollows and watch how he throw
Oh, that's Sdot? I'm letting it go
I can't walk in the spot if
I can't bring the pole (At all)

Bitch, I'm droppin' the O and
I throw up the O (OGzK)
Yellow, Diddy, Noah, Flow
How y'all talkin' on Notti? G-Pop got poked
Nate, Fries, both ain't make it home
Now I'm talking my shit
Catch shh, leave him on the 5th
I'ma spin with the 30, Mizzy with the switch
That shit go frrrt, leave a nigga stiff, like
Oh, y'all thought I was done? No
I'm on they block and I'm clutching a pole
Dotty G, bet he let it blow
And Klickin my brother, for me, he gon' throw

Oh, y'all dissing on bro?
Okay, time to up the score
I got a mop, what the fuck is a Sweeper?
Late night, we gon' spin through the 4
Like, ayo, Mizzy, where they at?
Bet, brodie gon' aim for his hat
Heard he Hound? Bitch, I'm Makk
Well, it's every opp shot
We don't care what you jack