Bizzy Banks
Jeepers Creepers
[Intro: Leeky G Bando - Bizzy Banks]

Get Money
G Bando, G Bando Brim
Bizzy

[Chrous: Leeky G Bando]

Jeepers Creepers
Late night, hunt down, mask up, gun up, spinnin' wit' the demons
Run down, broad day, ain't no cold case, leave a witness bleeding
Tap on the trigger, and keep repeating
Your shorty love it how I get her treatment
We spinnin' first, so we not on defense

[Verse: Leeky G Bando]

Like, like, get your money up
Hezi gon' swipe for a hunnid plus
She is sharin' so she wanna fuck wit' us
We gon' carry the team if you one of us
I just bought my lil' bro a new gun to bust
In the trap, we got all of the drugs on us
Must be dumb if you tried to run up on us
I'm not worried bout that cause I'm figure chasin'
I can tell that he soft from a conversation
I can tell that he gon' bluff from his body language
We don't make no mistakes, we too obligated
You not wit' that so stop it
Gang not for drama, I love money, motivated by the profit
Uh, you know what we doin', gettin' money ain't no substitution, I'm just runnin' through it
Free my n***as, out the institution know they goin' through it
For my n***as, any sudden movement, hop out get to boomin'
Know we Whoopty-Wooin'
You know what we doin', uh, you know what we doin'
[Verse: Bizzy Banks]

You know what we doin' like look
I'm finna let it squeeze, if I clutch I won't let it breathe
In the school, I got A's and B's, In the streets I got felonies
But that shit like a masters
Deep like a centipede, light his block up by any means
Like a natural disaster
Feel like I'm off a bean, n***as do not want smoke wit' me
If you scared, go to pastor
God forgive me, uh, cause a n***a sinning
This shit what I did, is why I'm winnin'
Why let him live? Now he a witness
I'm gettin' to it, while n***as chillin'
Please don't act stupid, I'm feelin' vicious
I'm chasin' money, you chasin' bitches
I'm finna slide through, with a bitch that's like 5'2, she hold on the glizzy
They know what I do, when I can I bust my move, if I tote on the semi
Bizzy that fly dude, bitches fuck me cause I'm smooth, and that's really the difference
Your mans he could die too, if he disrespects my crew, I'm true to religion
Don't ask me what I do, spin your block like a drive through, then I ask for forgiveness

[Chrous: Leeky G Bando]

Late night, hunt down, mask up, gun up, spinnin' wit' the demons
Run down, broad day, ain't no cold case, leave a witness bleeding
Tap on the trigger, and keep repeating
Your shorty love it how I give her treatment
We spinnin' first, so we not on defense
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