ac640 - 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 ken 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 k!ll 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 ken i shook back
my wrist work good, i be scr+ping 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 k!ll 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)
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