Jeepers Creepers ft. Bxdhi Lyrics

I'm trying to figure like, how I'm about to go off on this shit, you feel me

It's Big BurrLin bitch and I'm back in the booth

Stop talking my shit, you don't actually…Nah, we not gonna do that

Burr

Niggas be mad when I talk about the cash that I got

But I'm used to not having a lot, You not making money

Too many hands in your pot, Too focused on flashing ya knots

Grown men painting they nails and dying their hair

This shxt really weird, 90s baby, I cannot fuck with no squares

Get the fxck from round here

Shxt was real in the field before cribs in hills

Feds deciphering lyrics, So I keep it chill with drill

Acting better with the Black & Decker, I build with the drill

Walking on shxt, talking on shxt

Do as I say, not as I do

Rolling up zaza sprinkle the grabba

Since GZ2, they Watch How I Move

I hit my patna, told him be careful you know that the block hot

Texting my Spanish joint 'jaja' I'm out for dinner sangria with tapas

My vibe is groovy like tie-dye

Bxtch I'm connected like WiFi, BurrLin I'm tryna be in ya top 5

We getting this chicken like Popeyes

Fresh everyday like it's Easter

He's the, young fashionista

Peep the, way the fit match the sneakers

Scary hours, Jeepers Creepers, Jeepers Creepers

I told that bish I don't her, I fuck then I leave her

I'm charging new niggas for features

Unpacking demons with unstable creatures

Coping with trauma & childhood struggles

Talk about my raps, u can't talk about my hustle

I'm back in my duffle, you nxggas in trouble

My lungs full of smoke like muffler

My bish got ass shots and a tummy tuck

My stock been up & it's fucking stuck

Flipped a stimmy on Bitcoin to double up, now I'm back on the road

Came from the bottom and got it from trapping

I went to school and I made that shit happen

Food on my plate, got me tucking my napkin

I got homies whose Crips who be getting it Crackin'

I'm going hard, I ain't never relaxing

But when shorty top me, shxts hella relaxing

You niggas can't touch me, you ain't in my bracket

If they want to finish, I'm letting them have it

I know I'm a Masterpiece

We really had nothing, that shit was disastrous

I had to struggle, but I got up out of it

Found me a craft that was good, I done mastered it

Now I just ride and get high like the Vatican

All of this drip shorty, think I'm a fashionist

Nigga, my punchlines will do you like Cassius did

It feel like construction, the way I be stacking shit