Keep Creepin' Lyrics

Yeah bitch keep creepin' you can blog from that Wi-Fi

Fall from the internet post on ya timeline

I'm fucking off I don't care bout shit right now

Whatever I do it's going rise to the top now

Feeling like YB post up at the night time

Got a pack and it's rolled so who got the light huh

I'm sparking shit up like the 4th of July huh

Ain't in my prime and you wanna retire now

Drippin' like fluid get money for a walkthrough know that I blew it

Catch me a flight and I fuck on a stewardess

Go outta the country to feel like a tourist

From Dallas to London from London to Italy

Pain on my mind but please do not pity me

The plug got a line and I love to be hittin' it

The hoes fall in line but she can still get in it

She can still whip in it

Switch up the whole ride to hide off and dip in it

Don't ask for no drank shit I got the remedy

I got the energy feelin' me your friend is befriending me

I be knocking em down they be calling me ten a piece

Get it

Call me ten a piece

I got ten hoes on my dick at least

And it give 'em peace

Pushing P my last name is Hranicky

Ahh shit!

Here go another one

White boy from the city tryna be one of one

Don't be tryna compare him he ain't like none of them

Got a broken heart beat this ain't no dun dun dun

Drummer boy I got heat like rrump bum bum bum bum

Baddie up in the sheets caught her tryna take somin

J.R goin' crazy

He be turning up daily

Tryna spin down the block in a brand new Mercedes

Hang out that window and wave at the ladies

I know you see me I'm getting so faded

Worried 'bout money I ain't worried bout your baby

You got benched now you gettin' a lil lazy

I be gettin' to it like a baby from the eighty's

Yeah the swag in my voice going drive these bitches crazy

Xeal control the noise he be engineer daily

And the weed in my lungs got me lil bit sedated

Yeah bitch keep creepin' you can blog from that Wi-Fi

Fall from the internet post on ya timeline

I'm fuckin off I don't care bout shit right now

Whatever I do it's going rise to the top now

Feeling like YB post up at the night time

Got a pack and it's rolled so who got the light huh

I'm sparking shit up like the 4th of July huh

Ain't in my prime and you wanna retire now