Real Deal Creep

Uh, uh

I'm getting tired of you **** keep thinking I'm a rapper

I don't care, I'm not no rapper, ****

Uh, I really, come on

Don't play with me, ****

BoJackson, ****, uh-huh

**** 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** in his eye

I read it and chased me a **** 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

**** 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