Boogieman
Shit, you niggas know the truth
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov what's good baby?)
My life consist of double R's car pullin'
Drum line nigga, nigga stomped the yard with 'em
Beams on the chop finna' break a wall with 'em
Hangin' with the opps, you could be his Paul Bearer
Who's that creeping through your window? Charles Barkley
He's just an actor he could be Mekhi Phifer
Who's that holdin' Drakeo pictures? Nine lifers
Get flipped like a BIC, we came in with nine lighters
Who's that creepin'? It's the Boogieman, peekaboo
30 full shots out the box when I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys they'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
I just dropped 50 on his head they'll pick it up (nigga)
All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, nigga, peekaboo (shit, nigga)
These VVS on my neck and wrist is despicable
Diamonds on my neck jewels dancing, nigga, mazel tov
Don't think about it nigga, use your head 'cause we'll knock it off
I got wicked thoughts in the trenches, fuck all that poppin' off
Blow him out his boots with this chop', with no socks involved
Shit, we ain't finna do no fighting
At his momma house drinkin' syrup, pullin' all nighters
Swish cheese if it's beef, leave a nigga cold turkey
Grim reaper, street sweeper, it's just me the soul snatcher
All these niggas act like strippers, think I seen 'em pole dancin'
It's a hunnid in the chop', I just parked the 4matic
The Stinc Team in the building, and we don't do no cappin'
Get the fuck up out my comments 'fore I blast you
Who's that creepin'? It's the Boogieman, peekaboo
30 full shots out the box when I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys they'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
I just dropped 50 on his head they'll pick it up (nigga)
All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, nigga, peekaboo (shit, nigga)
These VVS on my neck and wrist is despicable
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov what's good baby?)
My life consist of double R's car pullin'
Drum line nigga, nigga stomped the yard with 'em
Beams on the chop finna' break a wall with 'em
Hangin' with the opps, you could be his Paul Bearer
Who's that creeping through your window? Charles Barkley
He's just an actor he could be Mekhi Phifer
Who's that holdin' Drakeo pictures? Nine lifers
Get flipped like a BIC, we came in with nine lighters
Who's that creepin'? It's the Boogieman, peekaboo
30 full shots out the box when I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys they'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
I just dropped 50 on his head they'll pick it up (nigga)
All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, nigga, peekaboo (shit, nigga)
These VVS on my neck and wrist is despicable
Diamonds on my neck jewels dancing, nigga, mazel tov
Don't think about it nigga, use your head 'cause we'll knock it off
I got wicked thoughts in the trenches, fuck all that poppin' off
Blow him out his boots with this chop', with no socks involved
Shit, we ain't finna do no fighting
At his momma house drinkin' syrup, pullin' all nighters
Swish cheese if it's beef, leave a nigga cold turkey
Grim reaper, street sweeper, it's just me the soul snatcher
All these niggas act like strippers, think I seen 'em pole dancin'
It's a hunnid in the chop', I just parked the 4matic
The Stinc Team in the building, and we don't do no cappin'
Get the fuck up out my comments 'fore I blast you
Who's that creepin'? It's the Boogieman, peekaboo
30 full shots out the box when I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys they'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls-Royce Dawn and still stick you up (shit, nigga)
I just dropped 50 on his head they'll pick it up (nigga)
All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, nigga, peekaboo (shit, nigga)
These VVS on my neck and wrist is despicable
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Writer(s): Alec Michael Tolkin, Darrell Wayne Caldwell, Josh David Goldenberg
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