Heebie Jeebs

Lyrics

[Intro] Heebie jeebs Dilla It's the fucking dawg You son of a bitch [Verse 1] Never came off the bench (I never did it) Off rip, bitch I'm him (Yes) Wide-body, purchase the kit (Yes) Dope hole lotto and I'm fresh as a bitch (Yes) Got a nigga rap deal on my neck and my wrist (Yes) Brodie get wild with that stick He bend the corner I bounce We upping the score and ain't no need to count Amiri, Amiri, Amiri a thou' I leave him broad day, Amiri me down I pop it, don't stop it, they hearing me now Stick got a chip, we clearing crowds Ion' wanna hear all that "Hear me out" Shoot the shit out you, hear me out We pull up on your block, clear it out We don't run out of dope all year round You got one strike with me, then you're out The money only thing we care about Black Nike Tech, air it out Went through the war, he got carried out I wish broski could hear me now They hit the lights, we bailing out 7.62 take a building down Say I'm mute like I can't read or write I know what them demons like You seen them flames, you seen the light Way he got deal wasn't even right Once you in this shit you in for life Momma say "I gotta pray" I hope lil' broski got away I ain't heard from him from yesterday My nerves bad, where my perc Abuela tried to hide my pills Could barely see, I'm driving still Bitch just use your mind, sit still Papi stomp like Big Tymers I sip more drank than E.S.G This Glock look like a PSP Bitch say she got a PHD That's dumb as shit, that's make-believe These niggas get they style from me Like how I dress and how I speak These Cartiers not on me for fashion My shit prescribed so I could see You know I'm crippin', you see the C Chanel the bitch, C and C She creeping low, DND Niggas broke, give me the heebie jeebies I only rap to get the money Ion' care bout' shit except the money They say they want the old Pap You can suck my whole sack Tell a nigga suck my dick You bought a gun for Instagram, you ain't never bust your slip Play with me, you get fucked up quick Papi sip a lot of drank Crash out like Ion' know how to think Ball like I hit the lottery You high as shit, you gotta be Amiri on my jeans and tee My bitch say I'm a fiend for lean Please get these broke niggas away, they give me the heebie jeebies Brodie weird, he a fucking creep Take a nigga off his feet You won't even see him coming It's like bro, don't even speak, I'm coming I can get your brother whacked, all I gotta do is push a button Five thousand on his hat, say the word, niggas on him You really not like that I'm rich and he don't like that They know I'm high as shit, the only reason I rap like that My left wrist your whole deal You know Ion' got no chill Beat you in your head with the Glock till' your dome peel Where I grew up, it was treacherous It's this shit no one should have to see Auntie got a bunch of wax bags and needles in her jeans Strap a belt tight around her arm, I let her do her thing I used to be scared when I was young, she gave me the heebie jeebies Momma don't know where I'm at And Ion' plan on coming back Leave her with a hundred racks All alone, I think I'm lulu with it Heebie jeebs