YFG FATSO – Cleanup Crew Lyrics

Cleanup Crew – YFG FATSO Lyrics

(Fox, you come brazy, Brother, Big Drillz)

Why you still come around this bitch, knowin' goddamn well you rich?

Why you fuckin' on the opps' hoes? That pussy-ass nigga a bitch

Why you rappin' 'bout bein' a trick? You can ask my bitch, I'm him

A billion dollars and a new whip is the only thing on my list

Big Fours get piece of shit, Big Fours get fuck hoes once and dip

Treat a bad ho like she ain't shit, got caught and plead the Fifth

You can't treat 'em like a bitch, big V'll take ya kit

Diamonds white as shit, the Cucamonga Cracker Killers

For the packs, I pay a ticket, type 'em in his bank like Ricky

.40 fuck this whole city, I won't marry groupie bitches

I won't marry Percocets, I won't marry fuckin' liquor

I was sleep for four years fuckin' straight then woke back up the biggеst

I just spent so fuckin' much on hats, I could've bought a Cat

I don't evеn want these nigga tryna call me slim, Big Fours get pockets fat

Nigga did that, stand on that, like a cat he caught a hat

I ain't in the business, but matter fact, bitch, ya tryna smack a smacker

24 passin' the Honda, swingin' the car door, that's how a nigga get rich

Fuckin' on dog hoes, I ain't ever sayin' they name, my brother wan' fuck, we switch

Clean-up crew, we do sweep-ups right off the rips, got bronem to change our shifts

Six of the Tris, we gon' pour that shit up, we gon' pop somebody, I can't take sips

I'm steppin' in blood, my Glock in the club, they play, I'ma blast a nigga

Just talked to cuz, he said I ain't showin' no love, gotta take out the trash from niggas

I'm dead, but I'm not, still runnin' my block, man, I feel like that Casper nigga

Usually spin for a nigga, but if I get busy, you know I pay cash for niggas

Told you we put belt to the ass on niggas, he ran quick, he a fast lil' nigga

Hate fallin' out with my bitch, they chasin' attention, they showin' they ass on Insta

There's never a time see a nigga I hate and don't shoot, bro, I'll crash the nigga

Heard he got hit with that heat and he got out the streets, now he plays as a passive nigga

You know niggas die every day, but you lackin', I just don't get it

Fuckin' this hoe all night,I forgot to get out, when I did she said cum on her titties

When I pop out in the city,I'm poppin' out all YN's and killers

And I ain't never paid for no hats, if I heard he tempt, I tipped him

You know niggas die every day, but you lackin', I just don't get it

Fuckin' this hoe all night,I forgot to get out, when I did she said cum on her titties

When I pop out in the city, I'm poppin' out all YN's and killers

And I ain't never paid for no hats, if I heard he tempt, I tipped him