Jeepers Kreepers

Yea Yea, yea, uh uh Yea, yea (Huh) I might just f*ck on your bitch And then f*ck up your feelings I hop out in Filas (Huh) I might just walk wit a heater A nina, a Trina, or just walk around With your eater Ice with the custard on Rita's (Huh) Frank got a chop sing Aretha (huh) Sendin them shots through your gut Through your heart And them sendin them shots Through your breathers huh Breeders my stickers My bleeders (huh) Bitch I'm a dog (woof) Breeder (huh) Breeder (Breeder) Don't need em My heart so cold So I walk wit a heater, (huh) Eat em, huh Hellcat to masi to rari That bitch it be screechin, (huh) Eat em, uh Walk wit the devil some days I'm walkin wit demons, (huh) Feed em, uh All designer drip When I walk into Neiman's Don't believe her I just fucked that bitch in the bathroom Before they was leavin Droppin my ski And then I keep on creepin Don't need a new belt I don't know why you sleepin (And I keep on creepin hmm) Don't need em I never f*ck around F*ck with no feelings, (huh) Fiendin, (huh) I pop a perc And then blast off to space I be leanin' Swear I don't really need em I just been burnin through rubber And slidin leave marks when I'm leavin Yea no features, uh I might just go And then f*ck on your bitch For her features Jeepers Creepers, uh She did a line off my dick Because she f*ck with Bieber Jeepers Creepers, uh I just be drippin So sick just like I got a fever Jeepers Creepers, uh I gotta extended Draco I'd like you to meet her Jeepers Creepers, uh Wipe that boy lil nose Take him to the cleaners (Take him to the cleaners) (Huh) Hop out Rockstar pop out When I'm dancin Ricky James Cartis not them Swarovski frames Oh I could pop out With my Glock out But OG been givin game, huh 40 round my hip But I stay prayin every day Most everybody sweet like Pop Tarts Filled with air just like they're Lays I been grinding hustlin in the trap Oh I ain't been sleep in days Willy goes silly I really just want me a milli I need the keys city Eat every beat that I'm killing Oouu it's getting scary, jeepers keepers Going ghost, that's paranormal features Damn baby those your real features Got the Intel from those DSL's Now the pussy lips singing like Adele Phone blinging, it's chirping like a Nextel I will always excel, even if niggas was posting me bail I got the hell in cell, Rock Bottom I'm Dwayne Johnson, can you smell I'm cooking up Yea, let me see you lick it up Use to know a couple stick'em ups Had to go and get the digits up I feel like I deserve a brinks truck 40 in the cut make his ass double dutch I come through in clutch, that shit gives me a rush Pussy pink, and shit I love when it blush Pop out, pop out, (aye) Pop out and go dumb for the funds Hottest thing under the sun This is the finishing move cause I ain't leaving till it's done And I'm never done Peekaboo, niggas ain't seeing who I got the beetle juice With a loose screw Need to rewire the whole frame You don't want to see us have to go insane Oouu it's getting scary, Jeepers kreepers, kreepers Going ghost, That's paranormal features, features Damn baby those your real features, fearures I met lil mama she's an eater, I don't need her I met lil mama she's an eater, I don't need her Oouu it's getting scary, jeepers kreepers