Jeepers Creepers
I'm a reaper I'm a seeker I be creeping shit like Jeepers Creepers
I'm in the backseat with a chop if I catch you delete ya
These niggas envy in my city I can't do a feature
I put some honey in that Henny now that bitch a eater
I'm a reaper I'm a seeker I be creeping shit like Jeepers Creepers
I'm in the backseat with a chop if I catch you delete ya
These niggas envy in my city I can't do a feature
I put some honey in that Henny now that bitch a eater
Uh call up Ddubb I know he stepping cause he keep a ten
Turn on the flash I push the gas put the beam on your chin
Been stacking cash I'm getting ass ain't worried about my friend
I'm out the way I'm getting pape I'm swerving in my Benz
These niggas hate on me for what? You a fucking fan
I'm fried as fuck up off gelato feeling like that man
I'm in the back with hella Drakes I'm riding in that van
This shit ain't normal feeling like I'm in the Taliban
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Tell the Goofies pick they feet up
Uh pick your feet up
Feel like Mo P clear tha street bruh uh
Everybody tuff until we meet up
Choppa knock you down you gotta re-up uh
Punching this shit like I'm Double 07 the way
That I put in the work on the clock
Not from the media I'm from the block
Up the G Lock and put three in your top gang uh
And these bitch niggas know how we rock
Stepping on shit and I swear I won't stop
Your bitch in the back with a mouth full of cock gang
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Tell the Goofies pick they feet up nigga
I'm in the backseat with a chop if I catch you delete ya
These niggas envy in my city I can't do a feature
I put some honey in that Henny now that bitch a eater
I'm a reaper I'm a seeker I be creeping shit like Jeepers Creepers
I'm in the backseat with a chop if I catch you delete ya
These niggas envy in my city I can't do a feature
I put some honey in that Henny now that bitch a eater
Uh call up Ddubb I know he stepping cause he keep a ten
Turn on the flash I push the gas put the beam on your chin
Been stacking cash I'm getting ass ain't worried about my friend
I'm out the way I'm getting pape I'm swerving in my Benz
These niggas hate on me for what? You a fucking fan
I'm fried as fuck up off gelato feeling like that man
I'm in the back with hella Drakes I'm riding in that van
This shit ain't normal feeling like I'm in the Taliban
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Tell the Goofies pick they feet up
Uh pick your feet up
Feel like Mo P clear tha street bruh uh
Everybody tuff until we meet up
Choppa knock you down you gotta re-up uh
Punching this shit like I'm Double 07 the way
That I put in the work on the clock
Not from the media I'm from the block
Up the G Lock and put three in your top gang uh
And these bitch niggas know how we rock
Stepping on shit and I swear I won't stop
Your bitch in the back with a mouth full of cock gang
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Jeepers Creepers
Tell the Goofies pick they feet up nigga
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