[Intro]
Show me
You n***as know the truth
(Thank You Fizzle)
We high
(Smoov what's good baby?)

[Verse 1]
My life consist of double R’s, car pullin'
Drum line n***a, n***a stomp the yard wit' him
Beams on the chop’, finna break a wall wit' him
Hangin' wit' the opps, you can be his pallbearer
Who's that creeping through your window? Charles Barkley
He's just an actor, he can be Mekhi Phifer
Who's that all in Drakeo pictures? Nine lifers
Get flipped like a BIC, we came in wit' nine lighters

[Chorus]
Who’s that creepin? It’s the Boogieman, peek-a-boo
Thirty full shots out the box when I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys, they'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn and still stick you up (Shit, n***a)
Mean comments on the ’Gram, time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn and still stick you up (Shit, n***a)
I just dropped fifty on his head, they'll pick it up (N***a)
All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, n***a, peek-a-boo (Shit, n***a)
These VV’s on my neck and wrist is despicable
[Verse 2]
Diamonds on my neck, jewels dancing, n***a, "Mazel tov"
Don't think about it, n***a, use your head 'cause we'll knock it off
I got wicked thoughts in the trenches, fuck all that poppin' off
Blow 'em out his boots wit' this chop', wit' no socks involved
Shit, we ain't finna do no fighting
At his mama house drinkin' syrup, pullin' all nighters
Swish cheese if it's beef, leave a n***a cold turkey
Grim reaper, street sweeper, it's just me the soul snatcher
All these n***as act like strippers, think I seem 'em pole dancin'
It's a hunnid in the chop', I just parked a 4Matic
The Stinc Team in the building and we don't do no cappin'
Get the fuck up out my comments fo' I blast you

[Chorus]
Who's that creepin? It's the Boogieman, peek-a-boo
Thirty full shots out the box when I stick and move
I came with some real mean guys, they'll get at you
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn and still stick you up (Shit, n***a)
Mean comments on the 'Gram, time to hit him up
I drive in a Rolls Royce Dawn and still stick you up (Shit, n***a)
I just dropped fifty on his head, they'll pick it up (N***a)
All my opps mad I'm gettin' money and they snitches too
The Boogieman in the closet, n***a, peek-a-boo (Shit, n***a)
These VV's on my neck and wrist is despicable