[Intro]
T-T-TgX on the beat
I be trappin' all day, now my feet hurt
We be sendin' bullets at your chest like wide receivers
Why you actin' hard? You think you the Grim Reaper?
But y'all really pussy, really scary, Jeepers Creepers

[Chorus]
I be trappin' all day, now my feet hurt
We be sendin' bullets at your chest like wide receivers
Why you actin' hard? You think you the Grim Reaper?
But y'all really pussy, really scary, Jeepers Creepers (Bitch)

[Verse 1]
Used to hide the pounds in the back of a freezer
Had them come to me and pick it up like Little Caesars
Smokin' on that gas, it be louder than a speaker
Bitch I need my money no-ow, I'm getting eager
I be putting miles on my backpack, need a new one
When I catch you lackin' up in traffic, you gon' get some
Your bitch on my line, she wanna suck me like a dum-dum
I just dropped two racks up at the mall, a lil' some-some
Smokin' on Koala pack, it got my pockets fat, like, would you look at that?
Try to stain, that shit gon' click-clack-bang, I got you on the map
I hit the stove, I'm trappin' out the back, smoke wood like lumberjack
I get a bag, then pass it to the team just like a quarterback

[Chorus]
I be trappin' all day, now my feet hurt
We be sendin' bullets at your chest like wide receivers
Why you actin' hard? You think you the Grim Reaper?
But y'all really pussy, really scary, Jeepers Creepers (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
Hunnid days, a hunnid nights, now I do that shit all year
Loud up in my blunt make me deaf, now I can't hear
Bitch, we sippin' lean, ain't no beer
Got me swervin', I can't steer
Makin' money, bread and butter
Movin' weight like John Deer

[Chorus]
I be trappin' all day, now my feet hurt
We be sendin' bullets at your chest like wide receivers
Why you actin' hard? You think you the Grim Reaper?
But y'all really pussy, really scary, Jeepers Creepers (Bitch)