Cleaned Up

Lyrics

Ol' Man 80zz [Verse 1: 2 Eleven] Yeah No bleep 'til the bag made Look at what The Land made Fuck about no rap game We don't fight fair and even then the lil homie got my back fade Made my first 50K posting hoes on Backpage That was back in '02 You just started seeing money in pandemic, you got catching up to do Yeah, right hand man's a Bishop Nigga, who really got the Juice? Aye, niggas rap rich, let's see who really tell the truth, ah Bust down freezing, it's the North Pole Nigga press a button on the Beemer, I'm in sport mode Got me a goddess, a rider, show her how to divide it Yeah, she still down but she don't get none of the profit OT with the cough syrup, that's a awful lot Handy with them tools, little nigga, I'll cut your water off Hollywood robberies, strip you for your Audemars Let you buy it back, you little niggas know the protocol [Verse 2: Trizz] Aye, I been solid, stayed down for the cause All I got is these pronouns and my balls Look at y'all, broke and window shopping at the mall At the stoplight your bucket 'bout to stall Bitch, I ball so that bitch pick right up when I call, who tryna haul? I was walking 'fore I crawled off the alcohol Lacing up this weed, my bitch is all I need, uh To keep it G, I still got tricks up my sleeves On their knees after dark, I'm at the park with the G's, yeah Tryna beef, you'll lose teeth like Lil Cease so take heed, uh 'Fore I make you niggas bleed When I wake up I thank God I get to breathe, nigga [Verse 3: Bale] Authentic, can't do if it's less than this conversation Ox and Tommy in the back of that Lexus What type of favors you gon' do that's gon' get you respected? It's the closest ones to you so you barely expect it I rarely express it, fake smiles get you rejected A lot of these niggas still die for acceptance Posting guns on the net, couldn't survive with a weapon, yeah Please respect the food chain, niggas wearing food chains You ain't got no paper, don't suggest how I do things These niggas getting bold, making shit difficult Face stepped on a bird, now my nigga pigeon-toed Cold feet before the mission? Should've left your ass at home Like really, what you on? You sold a zone and now you Corleone? Like dawg, we ain't the same, portray a image through your camera phone Working on my balance while I'm still bringing banners home I need that date, just Amber Rose with the gold soul, Beezy! Nigga! [Verse 4: T.F] Uh, look, let's get you cleaned up Clean that bitch up, baby What happening, bitch? Let's get you cleaned up What I paid to beat the case cost a Cartier bracelet Yeah I'm talking 'bout that little diamond, yellow gold paving All my watches got paperwork, let's update the appraisal I know growers worth millions and all they rock is Wranglers 1911 custom polish, look stainless Yeah that muthafucka pretty but it's filthy as Vegas, uh ErrThangSkanless, gunpowder my fragrance Fresh up off a lick, spit sunflowers at Staples, I mean Crypto Shout out to Big Crip Toe, 2 door Tahoe had the set jumping like '64's Chip on his shoulder, ain't no questions what he a Crip for Bloodshot eyes even when sober, yeah he's schizo I'm tryna ball out like kick-offs, uh Debating on buying this Frenchie, it cost a wristwatch, uh Time is money, fuck a pit stop And this feel like perfect timing, clear for liftoff, Killa!