jeepers kreepers - lazy3x lyrics
[part i]
[chorus]
ayy (yeah), i’m on the street, ayy (chang)
backstreet, got a glock with a beam, ayy (2dirtyy, yeah, fah)
you talk sh*t, you get hit in your t**th, ayy (yeah, yeah, fah)
i got grip, now that b*tch gon’ give me t**th, ayy (ayy, yeah, chang)
but i be mobbin’ in this b*tch, uh (b*tch), came in with a stick (stick)
but i been f*ckin’ on yo’ b*tch, uh (baow), that n*gga a simp
big clips don’t miss (blah), came in with a four*fifth (fah, fah)
i’ma pull up in that whip and empty the whole clip, uh (skrr, skrr, fah*fah*fah*fah)
[verse 1]
b*tch i’m in the [?] whip (whip)
i’m in the pot, then i whip, uh (i whip)
i got extended a clip, uh (a*fah)
n*gga, get put on a clip, uh (a*fah)
i just been f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch (ha)
i said that n*gga a b*tch, uh (a b*tch)
i won’t take his bank, we ain’t got sh*t (huh?)
but you don’t bank, you ain’t ’bout sh*t
i cut up his body, put him in the freezer
that n*gga run up, we leave him in pieces
your shawty a thot, your shawty a skeezer
still the og, shoppin’ on bieber (a*ha)
i hop out the car like jeepers kreepers (ha)
all of my n*ggas tote glocks, uh (tote glocks)
all of my n*ggas got mops, uh (fah)
my n*ggas, we moppin’ his block (yuh)
no, i can’t f*ck with these b*tches, uh (these b*tches)
no, i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas (these n*ggas)
yuh, my chopper, it came with extensions (a*fah)
off the yopper if that n*gga b*tchin’ (a*glatt)
dodgin’ copper ’cause my n*ggas whippin’ (a*skrr!)
boy, that’s copper, your diamonds don’t glisten (ha*ha)
told the coppas ’cause that n*gga snitchin’, uh (ha*ha)
at the malls, i’m lettin’ her hit it (a*fah)
uh, and that prada, i’m rockin’ that rich (chang)
yah, i’m rockin’ that rink and i sauce on my buff
shawty f*ck with the kids, and she givin’ me cudi (ha*ha)
and i’m uppin’ the gl!ck ’cause that n*gga bluffin’ (a*fah)
and i’m f*ckin’ that b*tch, and i’m f*ckin’ her buddy (ha*ha)
wait, i pour up the drop and i pour up the muddy (ha*ha)
b*tch i’m in the drop gettin’ top ’cause she love me (a*skrr!)
and if that n*gga talk, then i pull up, i’m bustin’, yuh (fah, fah)
[chorus]
ayy (yeah), i’m on the street, ayy (chang)
backstreet, got a glock with a beam, ayy (yeah, fah)
you talk sh*t, you get hit in your t**th, ayy (yeah, yeah, fah)
i got grip, now that b*tch gon’ give me t**th, ayy (ayy, yeah, chang)
but i be mobbin’ in this b*tch, uh (b*tch), came in with a stick (stick)
but i been f*ckin’ on yo’ b*tch, uh (baow), that n*gga a simp
big clips don’t miss (blah), came in with a four*fifth (fah, fah)
i’ma pull up in that whip and empty the whole clip, uh (skrr, skrr, fah*fah*fah*fah)
[part ii]
[verse 2]
yuh, uh, what you need? (fah, fah)
uh, ’cause i got the green (yuh)
don’t f*ck with these b*tches, these b*tches be green (yuh)
b*tch i’m in the club and i’m sippin’ on lean (2dirtyy)
and he don’t wanna talk, got a glock with a beam (yuh)
and if my n*gga pop, then he clearin’ the scene (yuh)
better watch how you walk, or i’m causin’ a scene (fah)
and he catchin’ a shot, he got blood on his jeans (gang)
and that n*gga a p*ssy, he runnin’ his jeans (ha)
boy, i’m big lazy, you know what i be (yeah)
b*tch i’m on a block and i’m servin’ the fiend (chang)
she know i got guap, lil shawty, she fiend (yeah)
and you get on her nerves, but she givin’ me t**th
and that foreign i swerve, and i’m switchin’ my screens
and i’m ballin’ like derek, b*tch i’m shootin’ the 3’s
and i’m uppin’ the glock, he get popped like a percocet (gat)
but i’m with a thot, and i’m callin’ her turkey neck (slatt)
and she give me brain in the range, i ain’t learnin’ yet (yeah)
she swallowed my babies, like b*tch, i got birth defects (ha*ha)
i’m movin’ these pills, b*tch i feel like a pharmacy (ha)
and he strapped with the seal, but that n*gga ain’t harmin’ me (ha)
and i’m f*ckin’ that b*tch that i met off eharmony
and she suck on my d*ck, i told that b*tch “stop callin’ me” (ha*ha)
and i’m smokin’ on gas, and you smokin’ on barnaby (ha*ha)
and i stay with the b*tches, i can’t get ’em off of me (ha*ha)
but i got the b*tches that’s workin’ at applebee’s (ha)
and i walk in this bih’, and these b*tches chase after me (a*yeah)
b*tch i’m in a gang, runnin’ sh*t like an athlete (chang)
and he don’t want no smoke, ’cause i keep the strap on me (glocky)
and i feel like a dyk*, ’cause i keep the strap on me (glocky)
and i’m fly as a plane, so i keep a bag with me (yeah)
when i walk in the club, b*tch you know i got racks with me (yeah)
and you know i got bucks, so that b*tch, she harassin’ me (ha*ha)
and i gotta tuck, so n*gga, stop askin’ me
and he better duck, ’cause he like to quack a lot (fah, fah)
and he like to cap, so i called him sir capalot (uh*huh)
and i stay with the map, b*tch they call me sir blast*a*lot (yeah)
and i ball like the rock ’cause you know that i’m blastin’ off
he wanted some percs, i gave him some adderall
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