Jackboy – Cleaning Crew Lyrics

Cleaning Crew Lyrics by Jackboy
Nba Youngboy diss

 

Jackboy is here with a brand new masterpiece dubbed “Cleaning Crew” and rumor here is that, the song is a diss to Nba youngboy. Therefore, we are ready to drop the song lyrics to the song.

[Chorus] Down bad he feeling like ain’t no around to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then niqqa fv*k you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue
Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you

 

[Verse 1] It’s easy to touch a niqqa when you playing with them bands
Type of money I could get you wacked uh by ya man
Type of money make me know why momma nem say don’t trust yo friend
Cause these niqqas be dead wrong and just gone cross you in the end
Keep ya lil hand out don’t worry bout jack he gone be alright

 

F**k the pilot baby I’m the flyest on this private flight
Rockin off-white thank the lord no more off nights
I tote big pipes sorry mom I like gun fights
RIP 2Pac but like him we caught lil one at the light
I can’t speak on you and yours but me and mine gone shoot on sight
Tell lil boy up the 30 I said I’m up there like a kite
All my niqqas that be with me don’t care if I’m wrong don’t care if I’m right
All my niqqas them they be violent ran up stolo mileage
Spinnin’ pullin triggers til we catching arthritis
Better yet gone catch us a body
Choppa got titties tryna get naughty
And I’m creeping late night with the zombies
Late night got caught in ya pajamas

 

[Chorus] Down bad he feeling like ain’t no around to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then niqqa fv*k you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue
Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you

 

[Verse 2] Before he even much started he knew he was gone win
Lil bad a$$ jit walk around with no shoes finally ran up all them bands
Bad a$$ jit used to walk with no shoes look how niqqas envy him
Fvcked around and jumped on protools now these b-tches jump on him
Selling sand there was plenty sand I just play with grams
Give a damn about what you saying I’m a let it blam
Let it blam make you disappear a la ka kazzam
Boy go ham that is not yo fam left you in a jam
Free Jaray she was right here with me doing day for day
Don’t talk to you but every other month so son make sure you straight
Real niqqa he step to the plate gone make something shake
Real niqqa he grind for them racks then got out the way

 

[Chorus] Down bad he feeling like ain’t no around to
Ain’t one of my potna dem then niqqa fv*k you
Ain’t riding with him then I probably got that glizzy glue
Send one of your lil steppers to get knocked up out his shoes
Send one of your lil steppers to get put up on the news
Toting big .40’s that make you sing like you need autotune
Call the cleaning crew pull up with mop sticks and have the broom
Call the cleaning crew broad day whatever he gone leave you