[Intro]
They can't, they can't, they can't fuck with you, Clean Up
[Verse]
Bitch, I made some bands today, what the fuck you do?
These niggas love aimin' at the sky, who the fuck you shoot?
Rapping 'bout your man's life, what the fuck you do?
I feel like 80s, nigga, who the fuck is you?
I don't do no fuckin' singing, I'm talking spicy stuff
Chin check a nigga and leave his jaw tightened up
Fuck that, I hit a Gucci shirt with a Tyson punch
My bitch always listen to Kash Doll, so I iced her up
Fuck school, every day, them crackers tried to write me up
I should kidnap Mister— and tie him up
Why the fuck the weakest niggas always acting tough?
Had to beat my city girl ass 'cause she was acting up
No car, no crib, but you got some buffs
Hell nah, I don't steal, but I'll rob a duck
Hell nah, I don't pop pills, but I'll pop you sober
I feel like Lil Wayne 'cause the wait over
My nigga said that he got jumped, I'm on the way over
Like we at Lil Wayne crib, I brought Drac' over
I think he tryna rob me in my sleep, he brought an eight over
Niggas love sneak dissing, but never put a name on it
Don't worry, I got some hot shit with your name on it
Or I'll catch you at your local mall and put hands on you
They can't fuck with Clean Up, put some bands on it
Fire Russian out the K and bust your head open
He came across Carpenter, I left red on him
Big-ass crib, yeah, I'm a land owner
Ha-ha, I talk spicy shit
Nigga, where your ho at so I can go and buy the bitch?
Sometimes I just get bored and go buy some shit
If rap don't work, I'm supplying shit
Shot a fresh-ass nigga, he died in drip
Sprayed the car while it was moving, I ghost-ride the whip
Damn, my gun dirty as hell, I gotta hide this bitch
Neighborhood doctor, bitch, I'm supplying scripts
Can't take bro to certain places 'cause he be on tip
Your shooter don't be nowhere 'cause he don't be on shit
[Outro]
I talk, I talk, I talk, I talk spicy shit
Yep, I talk spicy shit
You will never see me singing, I talk spicy shit
Yep, I talk
Mm, mm, mm, mm