Jeepers Creepers
BurrLin & Bxdhi
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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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
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Written by: LINDELL BEKYE
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