Janitor Songtext
von Ralfy the Plug
Janitor Songtext
(Ayy, go ′head, IIInfinite)
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I'm the truth, if it ain′t about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
I ain't lying, a nigga try me he gon′ die, I ain′t Mufasa
Momma gon' be wondering, like, "Damn, who shot ya?"
It′s no mystery, a nigga play with the plug, he gon' be history
Bitch thought I was gonna show pitty ′cause my neck like Mr. T
You think I'm too jazzy, just sent him to the back like Pistol P
Gang ′n' 'em demons, they ain′t really tryna crease the pease
I got two things to offer you, bitch; dick and seasoning
If you ain′t go no money when you approach me, what is your reasoning?
"How you got so much flavor ralf?" I got a secret ingredient
One tool for you to get some money, punk bitch, obedience
Keep yo' feelings in yo′ diary, bitch, this ain't no grieving center
When I step out, I make bitches get outta pocket when they see some winners
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don't pop out
Slid through they hood, it′s nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
What we gon′ do with these dirty guns? We gon' swap out
The B team must be on the run, ain't no opps out
Once my shooter start having fun, don′t cop out
I ain′t participating, you will get stripped, ain't no drop outs
If you ain′t got your own gun, then don't pop out
I was juggin′ on the yard on the phone while on lockdown
Bitc,h that head weak as fuck, I'm not aroused
I can′t think straight, bitch, I'm off mud, I'm kinda drowsy
I pulled up and left nut on yo′ momma couches
Young fly nigga, way above the dozen falcons
The chop got some shit in it that′ll budge 'em out
Niggas can′t keep high, we gon' pull up to your cousins houses
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don't pop out
Slid through they hood, it′s nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I'm the truth, if it ain′t about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
I ain't lying, a nigga try me he gon′ die, I ain′t Mufasa
Momma gon' be wondering, like, "Damn, who shot ya?"
It′s no mystery, a nigga play with the plug, he gon' be history
Bitch thought I was gonna show pitty ′cause my neck like Mr. T
You think I'm too jazzy, just sent him to the back like Pistol P
Gang ′n' 'em demons, they ain′t really tryna crease the pease
I got two things to offer you, bitch; dick and seasoning
If you ain′t go no money when you approach me, what is your reasoning?
"How you got so much flavor ralf?" I got a secret ingredient
One tool for you to get some money, punk bitch, obedience
Keep yo' feelings in yo′ diary, bitch, this ain't no grieving center
When I step out, I make bitches get outta pocket when they see some winners
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don't pop out
Slid through they hood, it′s nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
What we gon′ do with these dirty guns? We gon' swap out
The B team must be on the run, ain't no opps out
Once my shooter start having fun, don′t cop out
I ain′t participating, you will get stripped, ain't no drop outs
If you ain′t got your own gun, then don't pop out
I was juggin′ on the yard on the phone while on lockdown
Bitc,h that head weak as fuck, I'm not aroused
I can′t think straight, bitch, I'm off mud, I'm kinda drowsy
I pulled up and left nut on yo′ momma couches
Young fly nigga, way above the dozen falcons
The chop got some shit in it that′ll budge 'em out
Niggas can′t keep high, we gon' pull up to your cousins houses
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don't pop out
Slid through they hood, it′s nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
If we playin′ ball, my niggas came to win, ain't no cop-outs
I′m the truth, if it ain't about cash, I don′t pop out
Slid through they hood, it's nice and dry, and no opps out
Drakeo bought the street sweeper, I had to bring the mop out
Writer(s): Alec Michael Tolkin, Devante Caldwell, Iinfinite Iinfinite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
