Letras
Uh, uh
I'm getting tired of you niggas keep thinking I'm a rapper
I don't care, I'm not no rapper, nigga
Uh, I really, come on
Don't play with me, nigga
BoJackson, nigga, uh-huh
Nigga I ain't really a creep I ain't sending no debts
You better ask what I did with that Smith
On the top of that corner I'm fishing and shit
Hopped out with a drake, I don't mess
You reach, I teach, y'all really kill shit
Ain't no way I'm going like Reese
I know I'ma go out banging my head
I don't care if it's one for the street, I ain't using my feet
Two feet on the ground I'ma tie up my boots
And I'm banging this bitch till it beat
And free me gon leave
If I go over to jail, I'ma bang in his head with a tall bunk piece
If you runnin' to me, I'ma rip you to pieces
It's either this drake or a switch I'ma leave your shit leaking
You ain't even gon' see when I come, 'cause I really be creepin'
Ten bands gives you crack, yeah, that shit easy
I'm usin' this P like a squeeze
When I'm bangin' this bitch, it ain't real easy
I don't speak on them bodies I got
I really crack shit, I can't count my fingers, the niggas I shot
I ain't droppin' no music, I really wrap shit like Santa
Astaghfirullah, I really be sinnin', but I'ma keep blowin' my ammo
And I really be bumpin' 'em here
Only time that I'm bumpin' my head
If I ever get caught for body and get sent out the fields
You made that diss so stand on that shit
Don't be scared nigga, you better pray to your Glock
Step back and start rolling that bitch
And I don't care about rap, I'ma get out of that car
And start pacing my shot
Hundred K in my pocket I never look back
I got shot but don't care how shit got
My wrist feel good I be scraping that pack
He ain't never shoot a nigga in his eye
I read it and chased me a nigga I done stared in his eyes
I was the last thing he seen before he died
I'm a real deal creep I seen you to the sky
He got hit with them five seven twenties and his ass went bye
Nigga I don't really a creep I ain't sending no debts
You better ask what I did with that Smith
On the top of that corner I'm fishing and shit
Hopped out with a drake I don't mess
You reach I'll teach ya I really kill shit
Ain't no way I'm going like Reese
I know I'ma go out banging my head
I don't care if it's one for the street I ain't using my feet
Two feet on the ground I'ma tie up my boots
And I'm banging this bitch to a beat
And free me go leave it
If I go over to jail I'ma bang in his head with a tall bunk piece
If you running to me I'ma rip you to pieces
It's either this drake or a switch I'ma leave your shit leaking
You ain't even gonna see when I come
'Cause I really be creeping
Buh-bye, bye