Jackboy Hard To Creep Lyrics

[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