Creepin Lyrics

Who in the

Who in the

Who in the fuck is even gonna care

Got Six bitches bodies at the bottom of the stairs

Don't compare

Deriers

Got a flair

In my hair

Bitch I don't even hear the reaper is near

A seat in the chair

To keep from the fear

Skulls on my waist

I hide in my lair

I fell on my face

I'm not even scared

These bitches say neigh

Like I am a Meir

Im in my set uh

I'm not impressed uh

The blood the chest

Got the cops waiting for the arrest uh

Ain't holding a tec

Waiting on you to come gimme my check uh

Now I'm invested

Call my girl to come caress me

Bitch it's that pnw

See don't leave I'll follow you

Stick like fleas with hollows too

I'm cursed bitch I'm haunting you

Not a dollar in my wallet

Smallest will to live im honest

Target on your chest the way if you try to return ill honor it

I'm slaughtering

The daughters of the fucking pharmacists

They give me what I need and then unload the clip of hollow tips

No I ain't fucking around

Come over to my place and I'll show you how I make my sounds bitch