Boogeyman Lyrics

We got swish in here?

5 shit

Aye

Pop out the cut like the boogeyman

Jay in the cut with the gas, he the nuggie man

Fucked up off lean they be calling me uggy man

Smoking lil

He got caught by a mini van

Feeling like 50, I'm wanted by many men

Nigga stop tweeting, pull up, come get me then

Say you smoking QB we gon' slide thru yo city then

Tint so dark that you probably can't see the lens

Bitch I ain't going for nothing, choppers they bussin'

Beef so deep I don't fuck with my cousins

He in the house put up yeah I know that he ducking

Send shit through the door if you think that I'm bluffing

That is not my whore, who the fuck is you cuffing?

When you speak on the 5 then them glocks get the dumping

Niggas put up but they making assumptions

Boy you gon' die, better stop all that clutching

Acting weird on the media bitch I'm greet ya

7.62's, I'm a 6'2 reaper

She gon' fuck the whole crew so you know I can't keep her

Got a rocket in my pocket like a old school beeper

Got em running and he flopping in his old school sneakers

You ain't tryna learn a lesson well I'm here for the teach ya

Raise yo hands this way and I bet you I beat ya

I ain't fighting lil nigga my choppa gon' eat ya

Pop out the cut like the boogeyman

Jay in the cut with the gas, he the nuggie man

Fucked up off lean they be calling me uggy man

Smoking lil

He got caught by a mini van

Feeling like 50, I'm wanted by many men

Nigga stop tweeting, pull up, come get me then

Say you smoking QB we gon' slide thru yo city then

Tint so dark that you probably can't see the lens(Aye let's go)

Ain't fucking with her, yeah you know she a dub

Put his ass in box, I ain't talking about gloves

Freebukk out them chains you know he my thug and I'm screaming out gang for whoever it was

If he speak on this gang we gon' fill em with slugs

I'm running with demons you running with bugs

Ain't loving no hoe and she can't get a hug, I'm a real street nigga, I come out the mud

Up in traffic with rye, catch a opp and he die

If he speak on the five send his ass to Allah

Got her blocking my number cause she know that I lie

And I'm smoking on Kobe, we smoke him a lot

Choppa set flame, I'm bringing the bass

Make a diss on the net and get shot in yo face

Run round with the bands I don't need me a safe cause you come trying to Rob, got a Glock on my waist

Smoke me a opp and get high

I ain't gonna' diss em, that boy in the sky

He kept on dissing and got stomped like a fly

Them niggas ain't spinning he mad at his guys

He was running for his life, you could see it in his eyes

They took one of mines now his whole block cry

Stamp shit from the north to the south, that's mines

Dead ass bitch got turned into a line

Nigga we'll get you on feet, we catch you, you beat

If you disrespect me we out on yo street

Talk crazy to me and get faced with that heat

I ain't hop on yo song cause the shit sound weak

Say it's up there with me we gon' sea Like a beach

Come off that street and get stained like some bleach

You how old bumming? Lil bitch, you a leach

Don't trip on this side or yo shoes getting creased

Pop out the cut like the boogeyman

Jay in the cut with the gas, he the nuggie man

Fucked up off lean they be calling me uggy man

Smoking lil

He got caught by a mini van

Feeling like 50, I'm wanted by many men

Nigga stop tweeting, pull up, come get me then

Say you smoking QB we gon' slide thru yo city then

Tint so dark that you probably can't see the lens