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 Fucking 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 fucks, I'm climbing to the top, I still'll pop that nigga I don't give no fucks, 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 fuck your bitch, then return to sender If I fuck 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 fuck with a winner Leave your man, come fuck in a Sprinter All these racks, would have thought I got a printer All these racks, got a fucking 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 Fucking 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 fuckin' on her friend, how shit go with me I put all my niggas in position Winning was the goal, how the fuck 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 fuck 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 Fucking on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me Whipping up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me