Sweep

Turn me up in this bitch
Its time to work I got some Yerp in this bitch
Some of Gods good green ganja herb in this bitch
Boy I been on the low coolin
Fill up my bucket I'm cruising
My top speed EightyFive so on the I, I feel like I'm zooming
I Park my whip I'm hoppin out I'm in that 4 piece, simple
My watch gold, my teeth rose my pinky finger. Dripping
Dont really like to wear chain cuz a nigga change for that glitter
And id rather spare a fuck nigga than have to kill em
Thats on my soul so boy I pray every night for this life I live yeah I love it
Im a product of the scammers, thugs, the pimps n the hustlers
I wasn't raised in the ways of nun you dick riding busters
I hold my own boy I'm a bad mothafucker
I know some people that could do without me
But baby you aint even you without me
Let me throw on some music bet I can soothe you
I got movies and a big screen at the crib if you dont want an outing
Girl you can stay here forever I love when you around
But I'm still tippin n im still pimpin on the low, uh
I was bred in the field nigga Know some field niggas on the porch uh
Yeah I did what I did nigga met some real niggas up that road, uh
They ask me how I know
I just know what I know
Yeah
I promised my mama that I was gone be something big 'fore its over
Made some mistakes but its fate bitch Im great I just say I'm anointed
Lather my forehead with oil yeah
Niggas be hatin cuz I pour the double cup and my cup it runeth over
Niggas be satan acting like a saint and tryna play the angel on my shoulder
But boy I was bred for this
Say that one day imma pay for my sins, I stacked up my muhfuckin bread for this
And I aint talkin' bout no ends I'm talkin' bout the bread he broke off his flesh for me
Son of preacher man, got the preachers saying Drewskii boy you be blessing me



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Johnson Jr
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