Jeepers Kreepers ft. 15 Coffins Lyrics

Yea

Yea, yea, uh uh

Yea, yea

(Huh)

I might just fuck on your bitch

And then fuck up your feelings

I hop out in Filas

(Huh)

I might just walk wit a heater

A nina, a Trina, or just walk around

With your eater

Ice with the custard on Rita's

(Huh)

Frank got a chop sing Aretha (huh)

Sendin them shots through your gut

Through your heart

And them sendin them shots

Through your breathers huh

Breeders my stickers

My bleeders (huh)

Bitch I'm a dog (woof)

Breeder (huh)

Breeder (Breeder)

Don't need em

My heart so cold

So I walk wit a heater, (huh)

Eat em, huh

Hellcat to masi to rari

That bitch it be screechin, (huh)

Eat em, uh

Walk wit the devil some days

I'm walkin wit demons, (huh)

Feed em, uh

All designer drip

When I walk into Neiman's

Don't believe her

I just fucked that bitch in the bathroom

Before they was leavin

Droppin my ski

And then I keep on creepin

Don't need a new belt

I don't know why you sleepin

(And I keep on creepin hmm)

Don't need em

I never fuck around

Fuck with no feelings, (huh)

Fiendin, (huh)

I pop a perc

And then blast off to space

I be leanin'

Swear I don't really need em

I just been burnin through rubber

And slidin leave marks when I'm leavin

Yea no features, uh

I might just go

And then fuck on your bitch

For her features

Jeepers Creepers, uh

She did a line off my dick

Because she fuck with Bieber

Jeepers Creepers, uh

I just be drippin

So sick just like I got a fever

Jeepers Creepers, uh

I gotta extended Draco

I'd like you to meet her

Jeepers Creepers, uh

Wipe that boy lil nose

Take him to the cleaners

(Take him to the cleaners)

(Huh)

Hop out

Rockstar pop out

When I'm dancin

Ricky James

Cartis not them Swarovski frames

Oh I could pop out

With my Glock out

But OG been givin game, huh

40 round my hip

But I stay prayin every day

Most everybody sweet like Pop Tarts

Filled with air just like they're Lays

I been grinding hustlin in the trap

Oh I ain't been sleep in days

Willy goes silly

I really just want me a milli

I need the keys city

Eat every beat that I'm killing

Oouu it's getting scary, jeepers keepers

Going ghost, that's paranormal features

Damn baby those your real features

Got the Intel from those DSL's

Now the pussy lips singing like Adele

Phone blinging, it's chirping like a Nextel

I will always excel, even if niggas was posting me bail

I got the hell in cell, Rock Bottom

I'm Dwayne Johnson, can you smell I'm cooking up

Yea, let me see you lick it up

Use to know a couple stick'em ups

Had to go and get the digits up

I feel like I deserve a brinks truck

40 in the cut make his ass double dutch

I come through in clutch, that shit gives me a rush

Pussy pink, and shit I love when it blush

Pop out, pop out, (aye)

Pop out and go dumb for the funds

Hottest thing under the sun

This is the finishing move cause I ain't leaving till it's done

And I'm never done

Peekaboo, niggas ain't seeing who

I got the beetle juice

With a loose screw

Need to rewire the whole frame

You don't want to see us have to go insane

Oouu it's getting scary,

Jeepers kreepers, kreepers

Going ghost,

That's paranormal features, features

Damn baby those your real features, fearures

I met lil mama she's an eater, I don't need her

I met lil mama she's an eater, I don't need her

Oouu it's getting scary, jeepers kreepers