Jeepers Kreepers 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 teeth, ayy (Yeah, yeah, fah)
I got grip, now that b*tch gon' give me teeth, 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 glick '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 teeth, ayy (Yeah, yeah, fah)
I got grip, now that b*tch gon' give me teeth, 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 pus*y, 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 teeth
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 di*k, 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 dyke, '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