Real Deal Creep

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

[Chorus]
Nigga, 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 shit
Hopped out with Drac', I don't miss
You reach, I teach, I really kill shit
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 bitch '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 shit leaking
You ain't even gonna see when I come 'cause I really be creeping

[Verse]
Ten bands get you cracked, get that shit easy
I'm using this P like a squegee
When I'm banging this bitch, it aim real easy
I don't speak on them bodies I got
I really crack shit, I can't count on my fingers the niggas I shot
I ain't dropping no music, I really wrap shit 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 shit, free the men)
Don't be scared nigga, you better pray to your Glock, step back and start rolling that bitch
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 nigga in his eye
I really done chased me a nigga, 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]
Nigga, 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 shit
Hopped out with Drac', I don't miss
You reach, I teach, I really kill shit
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 bitch '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 shit leaking
You ain't even gonna see when I come 'cause I really be creeping

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