Jackboy Hard To Creep (feat. 42 Dugg)
[Intro]
(d.a. got that dope)
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Innocent 'til proven guilty, step on niggas with no pity
Someone special in my city, so my Glock come with a titty
I'd rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security
If my nigga ain't with me, best believe I got a gun close to me
If my nigga ain't with me, I'm probably creeping, I got your ho with me
But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me
f..cking on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me
Whipping up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me
[Verse 1: Jackboy]
Know she wanna be my baby, say she trying to stroll with me
No, you cannot be my lady, I ain't finna have no ho with me
She know that I'm a Nolia nigga
Don't need a jugg to pop a nigga
I'll rock a nigga
Dirty Glock, bitch, we play with pistols
I don't give no f..cks, I'm climbing to the top, I still'll pop that nigga
I don't give no f..cks, I came to get the guap, I don't need to talk to niggas
Head buster, wig splitter
My hitter, he a go-getter
Step on you in Margielas
Balling on them, SportsCenter
I f..ck your bitch, then return to sender
If I f..ck your bitch, I might leave it in her
She eat the dick, but can't stay for dinner
Turn a good girl into a sinner
Leave your man, come f..ck with a winner
Leave your man, come f..ck in a Sprinter
All these racks, would have thought I got a printer
All these racks, got a f..cking business
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Innocent 'til proven guilty, step on niggas with no pity
Someone special in my city, so my Glock come with a titty
I'd rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security
If my nigga ain't with me, best believe I got a gun close to me
If my nigga ain't with me, I'm probably creeping, I got your ho with me
But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me
f..cking on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me
Whipping up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Fifty thousand back end, lil' bitch, come do this show with me
Lately, I've been f..ckin' on her friend, how shit go with me
I put all my niggas in position
Winning was the goal, how the f..ck we have an issue?
[?][1:36]
Got the game from the kitchen
Don't forget to do the dishes
Baking soda and the— Nevermind
I hear Lambo' trucks went up, I'm selling mine
Every time my young nigga touch, I spend a dime
You see me
I was known for toting back then, on Reese
Bad bitch, she called to f..ck her friend, free Skeet
[?][1:54] (Free the boys)
[Chorus: Jackboy]
Innocent 'til proven guilty, step on niggas with no pity
Someone special in my city, so my Glock come with a titty
I'd rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security
If my nigga ain't with me, best believe I got a gun close to me
If my nigga ain't with me, I'm probably creeping, I got your ho with me
But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me
f..cking on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me
Whipping up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me
