The Street Sweepers Lyrics

I need to clean up

Beep, beep, get out the streets, I need to clean up

Beep, beep, get out the streets, I need to clean up

Beep, beep

Beep, beep, get out the streets

I need to clean up

The street sweepers

Fuck people

Now they want a feature

I seen them hating

From the bleachers

So it's fuck my teachers

You wanted smoke, indica?

Or fucking sativa

Thinking I ain't tote

I tiptoed up like ballerinas

If folks claiming he ain't seen us

That's a damn shame

No joke, you want smoke

But you can't hang

Shorty wanna drink she must be Thinking bout some champagne

Papi, that's what she call me When I said to drop the low

She copy

Her n***a ain't knew

We communicate through

Walkie-talkies

If he want my body

He could box the pipe

Cause I ain't Roddy

Folks ain't even try me since I hit Her up for sloppy-toppy

Beep, beep, get out the streets

I need to clean up

The street sweepers, fuck people Now they want a feature

I seen them hating

From the bleachers

So it's fuck my teachers

You wanted smoke, indica?

Or fucking sativa

Beep, beep, get out the streets

You need to pick your feet up

No mask

When we run down on them

Who say you can't see us

KKK all killers in this bitch

Knowing you can't be one

I was movin' pack

Inside the school

When I had saw security coming

Fuck, they tried to check me Almost was down with it

But I would've got arrested

Got to running out the school

Cause what's suspension

To a felony?

This the real shit

What I'm speakin

That n***a's not on

Folks said just let bygones

Be bygones

And I'm like fuck, nah