Clean Off Lyrics

Time goin' by, my circle's shrinkin', say im acting shady

Askin' me why I don't come over, shit, I gotta baby

Knowin' them choppers raise up if they talk bout my lady

Bullets crack we done laced em, scrape them up off the pavement

I'm swervin', sippin' out the sprite bottle, I'm bout to lean off

We caught him lacking in the daytime, he took the beam off

He talkin' like he really bout it, but that nigga seem soft

He movin' like he really steppin', big bro, knock him clean off

We make them bullets spin, that bitch gon' break the wind and make you bleed

Girl im just tryna win, I don't want you to go, you what I need

Take my pain tuck it in, never put my emotions on my sleeve

You think I had a prescription, the way I'm rollin' up this weed

I'm gettin' straight to the money, I'm checkin' out

I tried to chill on la Bruh, he won't shut his mouth

Never needed a chopper, bitch we'll bang it out

And we known for stakin' it out, ski mask and vacant houses

I heard these niggas movin' funny, switchin' sides, they talkin' bout teaming up

You'll never need a barber shop, come catch this fade, this chopper clean you up

You better switch it up, cause you gon' lose your head talkin' bout beef with us

Yeah, you might lose your dreads talkin' bout beef with us

And you might lose a leg talkin' bout beef with us

Luh cuzz he off the meds, he out his head, but keep his heater tucked

He watchin out for feds, stuck on that bread, don't know who he can trust

He swear that he can never trust, but still he just want somebody to love on

Time goin' by, my circle's shrinkin', say im acting shady

Askin' me why I don't come over, shit, I gotta baby

Knowin' them choppers raise up if they talk bout my lady

Bullets crack we done laced em, scrape them up off the pavement

I'm swervin', sippin' out the sprite bottle, I'm bout to lean off

We caught him lacking in the daytime, he took the beam off

He talkin' like he really bout it, but that nigga seem soft

He movin' like he really steppin', big bro, knock him clean off

We make them bullets spin, that bitch gon' break the

That bitch gon' break the wind, that ho gon' make him move, gon' make him groove

I try to hold it in, I say I'm rollin' one, but rollin' two

Rollin' round tinted up we hoppin' out with sticks, like what it do

Streets gettin' wicked, walkin' around with sticks

City gettin' vicious, but they don't wanna listen