Boogieman
Drakeo The Ruler
Show me you niggas know the truth
(Thank You Fizzle) we high
(Smoov what's good baby?)
My life consist of double R’s, car pullin'
Drum line nigga
Nigga stomp the yard wit' him
Beams on the chop’
Finna break a wall wit' him
Hangin' wit' the opps
You can be his pallbearer
Who's that creeping through your
Window? Charles Barkley
He's just an actor, he can be Mekhi Phifer
Who's that all in Drakeo
Pictures? Nine lifers
Get flipped like a BIC
We came in wit' nine lighters
Who’s that creepin? It’s the Boogieman
Peek-a boo thirty full shots out the box
When I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys
They'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn
And still stick you up (Shit, nigga)
Mean comments on the ’Gram
Time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn
And still stick you up (Shit, nigga)
I just dropped fifty on his head
They'll pick it up (Nigga)
All my opps mad I'm gettin'
Money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, nigga
Peek-a boo (Shit, nigga)
These VV’s on my neck and wrist is despicable
Diamonds on my neck, jewels dancing, nigga
"Mazel tov" don't think about it, nigga
Use your head 'cause we'll knock it off
I got wicked thoughts in the trenches
Fuck all that poppin' off
Blow 'em out his boots wit' this chop'
Wit' no socks involved
Shit, we ain't finna do no fighting
At his mama house drinkin' syrup
Pullin' all nighters
Swish cheese if it's beef
Leave a nigga cold turkey
Grim reaper, street sweeper
It's just me the soul snatcher
All these niggas act like strippers
Think I seem 'em pole dancin'
It's a hunnid in the chop'
I just parked a 4Matic
The Stinc Team in the building and
We don't do no cappin'
Get the fuck up out my
Comments fo' I blast you
Who's that creepin? It's the Boogieman
Peek-a boo thirty full shots out the box
When I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys
They'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn
And still stick you up (Shit, nigga)
Mean comments on the 'Gram
Time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn
And still stick you up (Shit, nigga)
I just dropped fifty on his head
They'll pick it up (Nigga)
All my opps mad I'm gettin'
Money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, nigga
Peek-a boo (Shit, nigga)
These VV's on my neck and wrist is despicable
Written by: Lyrics © AL B SMOOV PUBLISHING, BILL MODE RICOLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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