Boogeyman lyrics

[Intro]
EMRLD

[Chorus]
Walk down on 'em in that hoodie, I'm the hoodie man
Big ass 223s'll make him boogey, I'm the Boogeyman
Antisocial n*gga, I don't really need no f*cking friends
His mama still ain't straight, that boy don't really need no f*cking Benz
f*ck a band, f*ck a hunnid grand, I need a hunnid mill'
Pulled on the block, two fifty round drums, so you know it's 'bout to be like hunnid killings
Shot hit a bulletproof window, so you know my n*ggas finna come through the ceiling
You know lil' 'Yac give no f*ck, he do not have no feelings

[Verse 1]
Why that lil' n*gga be acting tough, when that is not his image?
We don't do the small talk, if he ain't know this Glock extended
Walk up on 'em, stalk the victim
c*ck it, hit yo' block and spin it
I tried to stay away from them drugs, but I still pop prescriptions
But I promise, I am not addicted
Been high since the moment I was birthed the gift that I was given
I was living way different than this before the guala kicked in
I ain't have a pot to p*ss in, so now I sh*t on n*ggas, give these boys a spot to sit in
I tell 'em cop a squat 'cause you can't stand in this position
These n*ggas cop and SWAT, and now these n*ggas stand for snitching
I tell 'em you a b*tch, you like a man that's in transition (I'm sorry)
[Chorus]
Walk down on 'em in that hoodie, I'm the hoodie man
Big ass 223s'll make him boogey, I'm the Boogeyman
Antisocial n*gga, I don't really need no f*cking friends
His mama still ain't straight, that boy don't really need no f*cking Benz
f*ck a band, f*ck a hunnid grand, I need a hunnid mill'
Pulled on the block, two fifty round drums, so you know it's 'bout to be like hunnid killings
Shot hit a bulletproof window, so you know my n*ggas finna come through the ceiling
You know lil' 'Yac give no f*ck, he do not have no feelings

[Verse 2]
I been independent for so long, I don't need no f*cking hand
I don't really need these n*ggas or these b*tches just my f*cking fans
I'm just tryna turn this fifty thousand to a hunnid grand
sh*t that I been going through you, n*ggas wouldn't even understand
sh*t that I been dealing with, you n*ggas wouldn't even try your hand
Don't test yo' luck, bullets knocking butterfly doors off a Tesla
And I'm with two hoes off a tesla
Walk down on 'em and then hop into a Tesla truck

[Chorus]
Walk down on 'em in that hoodie, I'm the hoodie man
Big ass 223s'll make him boogey, I'm the Boogeyman
Antisocial n*gga, I don't really need no f*cking friends
His mama still ain't straight, that boy don't really need no f*cking Benz
f*ck a band, f*ck a hunnid grand, I need a hunnid mill'
Pulled on the block, two fifty round drums, so you know it's 'bout to be like 100 killings
Shot hit a bulletproof window, so you know my n*ggas finna come through the ceiling
You know lil' 'Yac give no f*ck, he do not have no feelings