Street Sweeper ft. Dean Quincy Lyrics

AK on my lap that's a real street sweeper

Shawty wants to fuck me cus she know my whip's cleaner

Bad little latina

Love my demeanour

She call me her boyfriend but my name ain't Justin Bieber

Got the pussy wetter when I'm stroking like Posiedon

Feeling presidential but my name isn't Joe Biden

If you want the smoke you know my mandem can supply it

I think that I broke her heart I left that bitch crying

Got her on the blocklist you know that she's gone

I can get your block hit, I ain't got a gun

Pulling out the Mac you know that you ain't got no hope

If it comes to dissing then you know that I'm the goat

If it's on the track you know you're holding on the smoke

I'ma really come and bless you got me feeling like the Pope

My career just getting started, yours is looking like a slope

Bad lil bitch she suck and swallow, and she got that good throat

Feeling toxic, I might need a hazmat

Pull up get the block hit, yeah I let him have that

Feeling like I'll blow this year I think I need a fast track

If your boy wants smoke I think your brother needs to backtrack

Feeling so tired of these leaches

Heard their diss track and that shit looking facetious

Soon your favourite rapper wants to feature just to see this

Feature with the boy because of the countries that it reaches

Since I lost A, in the studio where I B

I been grinding for a year where it will take me we will C

Got her catting for the D so much she doesn't wanna leave

Because it gives a bitch euphoria like she was taking E

But I do not give an F, because she knows that I'm a G

Me and Elz tech twinning and we're going on a spree

Don't care about the H, cus I stay toking on my J

If your brother talking shit then he can hold the K

Hold an L, catch an M leave your where you stay

This might be your N, on the track is where I always slay

Hope she isn't playing games, I don't have the time to play

She a carnivore because she eating on my meat all day

Big bank take little bank

Pull up on your bitch make you think twice

10 racks on the fit looking real nice

Hand up in my pouch you gone pay the price

Pull up on your block yeah we spin it twice

Big Glock make you do the race Jerry Rice

19 shots he receiving

XIX like that black bottle got him leaning

2 bad bitches and they teaming

Looking at the wrist and you know that shit gleaming

Whipping in the Urus yeah I'm swerving

They ain't got the money or the drive that's for certain

Cross the ocean and you know your boy's steady working

I might take your bitch again leave your man hurting

Said she wants a Birkin? shawty must be stupid

Tell her it ain't working and she has to keep it moving