Ha, We in the field like it's Jeepers Creepers
I'm taking niggas souls out they body call me "Mr. Reaper"
Don't run up on me boy I swipe you like a card with this beeper
I hit yo chick then kick her out right after, I don't really need her (Ha)
We got them drac's and AR's and you know we tote them F.N's
I got a shorty that wanna come, I told that bitch to bring her best friend
That nigga acting on the net until he seen us and he fuckin' ran
We shoot him in the leg, he ain't got nowhere to go, that's a dead end
Ha
Aye bitch turn me up
Bet them bullets leave his body red like Kool-Aid in the cup
We put that boy up to the sky cause y'all tried to boot him up
We got the blades on the chopper, try something you get cut
Aye
A lot of diamonds on my body, yeah I'm freezing
Try to run up on us wrong, bet my gang get to squeezing
My evil twin take your face off for doing all that cheesing
Me and my gang we the hottest, yeah we burning every season
Man if it's up, then it's stuck just like some tape or like some glue
Aye I'm the sickest when I'm rapping, man they think I got the flu
We pop that boy up in his head, then we leave without the clue
This Glock a roast his body up like it's making beef stew
Ha
We in the field, got it looking like it's Jeepers Creepers
I'm taking niggas souls out they body, call me "Mr. Reaper"
Don't run up on me boy, I swipe you like a card with this beeper
I hit your chick then kick her out right after, I don't really need her
I'm shooting movies with this Glock and you know it got a extended clip
Had to fill his body up to the sky, that's a extended blimp
Just like gymnastics, I'll shoot this stick around, make him do a flip
Have his mama crying at his funeral, now they screaming "R.I.P"
My eyes red lil nigga, I'm a demon
That lil shorty wanna fuck, told that bitch to catch my semen
You know I make the block hot, have all these people screaming
Acting tough, I beat you up like my last name was "Freeman"
Ha
We leave a nigga dead, we roll him in a Swish
My evil twin got a beam, best believe that he won't miss
Man this Tec make a nigga dance like he do the twist
I knock that boy to the ground and I ain't talking bout a fist
Man all that trolling on the net, tell me what you wanna do four?
That boy said he got a gun, but we know he ain't gon' shoot it tho
They keep on thinking I ain't like that, but they don't even really know
We pulling up in all black, extended mags at the corner store(Ha)
We in the field, got it looking like it's Jeepers Creepers
I'm taking niggas souls, now they body call me "Mr. Reaper"
Don't run up on me boy, I swipe you like a card with this beeper
I hit your chick then kick her out right after, I don't really need her
(Ay, it's YNB)
(Man y'all know what's going on, I'm back)
(Ha)