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[Intro]
Ayy, Milan, that's a hit
We on X-Games

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
(Brr, baow) Boot 'em up, geek up, geek up
I bought a new Glock, came with some D cups
Boot 'em up, Jeepers Creepers
You in the alley, somebody gon' creep up, mm, yuh
Now come get your nigga
He swimming in blood, he f..cking my sneaks up, mm, yuh
And tell that f..ck nigga I don't do no features
I'm f..cking these beats up
(Baow) Boot 'em up, geek up, geek up
I bought a new Glock, came with some D cups
Boot 'em up, Jeepers Creepers
You in the alley, somebody gon' creep up, mm, yuh
Now come get your nigga
He swimming in blood, he f..cking my sneaks up, mm, yuh
And tell that f..ck nigga I don't do no features
I'm f..cking these beats up

[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Yuh, I'm fresh off a hit, you can get blitzed, that molly done sneaked up, yuh
Take a nigga bitch, kick real spit, that. 30 gon' eat up, yuh
Said she wan' hit, said she wan' hit, so the pussy, I beat up, yuh
She suck my dick, drank my spit, so I had to go feast up
I get them racks and boulders, young nigga sticked up like a controller
Think I just crashed the Rover, these niggas shopping at Fashion Nova, yeah
She know who I was, so I ain't really had to mack at the poker
Throwing them fifties and dubs, she said she legal but that ass look older, huh
I get them racks and boulders, young nigga sticked up like a controller
Think I just crashed the Rover, these niggas shopping at Fashion Nova, yeah
She know who I was, so I ain't really had to mack at the poker
Throwing them fifties and dubs, she said she legal but that ass look older, huh

[Chorus: Danny Towers and Woop]
(Baow) Boot 'em up, geek up, geek up
I bought a new Glock, came with some D cups
Boot 'em up, Jeepers Creepers
You in the alley, somebody gon' creep up, mm, yuh
Now come get your nigga
He swimming in blood, he f..cking my sneaks up, mm, yuh (He f..cking my sneaks up)
And tell that f..ck nigga I don't do no features
I'm f..cking these beats up
(Baow) Boot 'em up, geek up, geek up
I bought a new Glock, came with some D cups (Boot 'em up, boot 'em up, boot 'em up)
Boot 'em up, Jeepers Creepers
You in the alley, somebody gon' creep up, mm, yuh (Boot 'em up, boot 'em up, boot 'em up, ayy)
Now come get your nigga
He swimming in blood, he f..cking my sneaks up, mm, yuh (Fucking my sneaks up)
And tell that f..ck nigga I don't do no features
I'm f..cking these beats up (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Woop]
Karate chop, karate chop, karate chop (Wah!)
'Fore a nigga blank and somebody drop (Hit, ayy)
Glock on me like a Audemar
Glock guard me like a Otterbox (Guard me like a Otterbox)
What you gon' do when the chop' pop?
Did it off an Addy, not the molly rock (Addy, not the molly rock)
That's an fn with no kickback
Kill all your buds, not the beer pack (Ayy, not a beer pack)
I'm from from the block where we take that (Sauce)
If I take a loss, then I shake that (Then I shake, then I shake that)
I'ma run down with a ski mask (Pew-pew-pew), I'ma spin bin with a fake tat' (Dirty, ayy)
Let a nigga play, we gon' check that, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Hammer in my pocket make me feel that way (Huh?)
Hater had to go like that (Hater had to go like that)
Drop the bitch in the pot, bring the ho right back
(Bring the ho right back, hater had to go like that, hit it)
Throw them heatseekers at him, they explode like that
(They explode him, hater had to go like that)
Clutchin' on my pistol, it's some tension in the air (It's some tension in the air)
Promise I ain't hittin' in the air (Yeah, yeah)
I was rollin', I was geekin', I was feelin' that, yeah (I was feelin' that, yeah)
I forgot to mention that, yeah (Move)

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
(Brr, baow) Boot 'em up, geek up, geek up
I bought a new Glock, came with some D cups
Boot 'em up, Jeepers Creepers
You in the alley, somebody gon' creep up, mm, yuh
Now come get your nigga
He swimming in blood, he f..cking my sneaks up, mm, yuh
And tell that f..ck nigga I don't do no features
I'm f..cking these beats up
(Baow) Boot 'em up, geek up, geek up
I bought a new Glock, came with some D cups
Boot 'em up, Jeepers Creepers
You in the alley, somebody gon' creep up, mm, yuh
Now come get your nigga
He swimming in blood, he f..cking my sneaks up, mm, yuh
And tell that f..ck nigga I don't do no features
I'm f..cking these beats up



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