Jackboy ft. 42 Dugg - Hard to Creep Lyrics

(D.A. got that dope)

Innocent 'til proven guilty, step on niggas with no Pateks
Someone special in my city so my Glock came 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 prolly creepin', I got your ho with me
But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me
Fuckin' on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me
Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me

Know she wanna be my baby
Say she tryna stroll with me
No, you cannot be my lady
Ain't finna have no ho with me
She know that I'ma a nolia, nigga
Don't need a jit to pop a nigga
I rock a nigga, dirty Glock, bitch, you play with pencils
I don't give no fucks, I'm climbin' to the top
I still'll pop at niggas
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 hitta, he a go-getter
Step on you in Margielas
Ballin' on 'em, 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
I'll 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, woulda thought I got a printer
All these racks, gotta fuck this business

Innocent 'til proven guilty, step on niggas with no Pateks
Someone special in my city so my Glock came 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 prolly creepin', I got your ho with me
But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me
Fuckin' on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me
Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me

Fifty thousand, back end
The bitch come do this show with me
Lately I been fuckin' on her friend, how she go with me?
I put all my niggas in position
Winnin' was the goal, how the fuck we have an issue?
Not too perfect but it's missin', got the gang in front the kitchen
Don't forget to the dishes, bakin' soda in the, nevermind
I hear Lambo' trucks went up, I'm sellin' mine
Every time my young nigga touched, I spend a dime
You see me, I was known for totin' back then, on Reece
Bad bitch, we called to fuck her friend, free Skeet
Ayy, free Spencer, nigga, drive, ayy, Ric'
(Free them boys)

Innocent 'til proven guilty, step on niggas with no Pateks
Someone special in my city so my Glock came 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 prolly creepin', I got your ho with me
But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me
Fuckin' on her and her mama, none of you niggas cold as me
Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me