Creepin Lyrics

I told my bro we gon' get to the money

By any means necessary and I mean it

Rick Owen denim my body I do not do Jordan's

I throw it away spring cleaning

Why that lil thottie all over my body?

I don't want lil shawty I know that she fiending!

Blew me a band on some motherfucking clothes but I need me some more

So I'm bout to hit Neiman's

And I pulled up with my demons

Gelo and Jayden we creeping

I need the money I don't give a fuck about these bitches

I don't give a fuck about these hoes

Ten bands on my clothes

Lil Rich with a bankroll

I'm in the back of the telly I'm ganging yo bitch

And she ripping off all of my clothes

Fucking yo hoe Bang Bros

You thought she would stay ten toes?

That was a funny lil joke

Lil nigga do you want smoke?

My brodie he got the poles

She wanna fuck me I know

Getting so high I see ghost

I'm finna blow I know

Zaza in my lungs

Sparking up with my hoes

You don't get no money I know

She can't handle my za that's fasho

Lil nigga you don't shoot the pole

Everyone know it fasho

Rick Owen my body my clothes

They be saying I'm doing the most yea