Real Deal Creep lyrics

[Intro]
(Yoyo the producer)
(Mhm, mhm, I'm getting tired of you n*ggas keep thinking I'm a rapper, on Kat I'm not no rapper n*gga)
(Mhm, I'm really, come on)
(Don't play with me, n*gga)
(Bo Jackson n*gga, mhm)

[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm really a creeper, I ain't sending no diss
You better ask what I did with that Smith
On the top of their corner, I'm fishing this sh*t
Hopped out with Drac', I don't miss
You reach, I teach, I really kill sh*t
Ain't no way I'm going like Reese
I know I'ma go out banging my heat
I don't care if it's one verses three, I ain't using my feet
Two feet on the ground, I'ma tie up my boots and I'm banging this b*tch 'til it beep
And free Migo Lee, if I go over the jail I'm banging his head with a tall bunk piece
If you run into me I'ma rip to you pieces
It's either that Drac' or the switch, I'ma leave his sh*t leaking
You ain't even gonna see when I come 'cause I really be creeping

[Verse]
Ten bands get you cracked, get that sh*t easy
I'm using this P like a squegee
When I'm banging this b*tch, it aim real easy
I don't speak on them bodies I got
I really crack sh*t, I can't count on my fingers the n*ggas I shot
I ain't dropping no music, I really wrap sh*t like Santa
Astaghfirullah, I really be sinning but I'ma keep blowing my hammer
And I really be bumping them heads
The only time that I'm bumping my head if I ever get caught for a body and get sent out the Feds
(And you made that diss so stand on that sh*t, free the men)
Don't be scared n*gga, you better pray to your Glock, step back and start rolling that b*tch
Mhm, and I don't care about rap, I'ma get out that car and start pacing my shots
Hundred K in my pocket, I never looked back
I got shot but on Kat I shook back
My wrist work good, I be scraping that pot
You ain't never shoot a n*gga in his eye
I really done chased me a n*gga, I done stared in his eyes
I was the last thing he seen 'fore he died
I'm a real deal creeper, I'ma send you the sky
He got hit with them Five-seveN 20s and his ass went bye
[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm really a creeper, I ain't sending no diss
You better ask what I did with that Smith
On the top of their corner, I'm fishing this sh*t
Hopped out with Drac', I don't miss
You reach, I teach, I really kill sh*t
Ain't no way I'm going like Reese
I know I'ma go out banging my heat
I don't care if it's one verses three, I ain't using my feet
Two feet on the ground, I'ma tie up my boots and I'm banging this b*tch 'til it beep
And free Migo Lee, if I go over the jail I'm banging his head with a tall bunk piece
If you run into me I'ma rip to you pieces
It's either that Drac' or the switch, I'ma leave his sh*t leaking
You ain't even gonna see when I come 'cause I really be creeping

[Outro]
Ba-ba, bah!
(Haha)