Intro 2 Lyrics

Creep, creep down the block with my fuckin' Glock

Teezy motherfuckin' baby right up at the top I ain't fuckin' leavin' the block with my

Glock I ain't leavin' out the bed with my fuckin

Glock, ayy, I'm on top I'm on top, uh, uh

Make the bed rock, yeah, uh, uh

Teezy baby, jumpin' in a Mercedes All red down so you know who I be, lady

Don't ask me crazy questions, I don't answer that

You wanna fuck, you wanna hit me like some hood rat

I'm in the hood, but I don't deal with hood rats

Niggas eatin' snakes, all these fuckin' rats I'ma be a bullet to your gut tract

I'ma be a bullet in your life, real lat, uh Instrumental shit, nigga, I'ma kill a bitch

If you run up on me, I'll snip a bitch, uh, uh

I'll snip a bitch, uh Bitch, you stank, get the fuck up out the

Clique, uh Kick a bitch, I call like Gucci

You wanna sue me, bitch, you ain't nothin' but a groupie

Smokin' weed in the koozie, motherfuckin', I'm groovy

Like Austin Power, with the power I'll hit you up like powder, uh

Up your lungs, uh, in your nose, uh That's that crack, uh, not that dope, uh

That I smoke, I smoke that gas I smoke that gas, that gas, ayy

I smoke that ever fuckin' last If you wanna come, I'll motherfuckin' blast, ayy

Independent motherfuckin' money That's my nigga ringo, ain't, ain't a damn

Thing funny Dreadlock gang, so you know the game, twist

It Biglock gang, so you know the game, wick it

Wick it Motherfuckin', I'ma be a niggit, niggit

Cause I'm walkin' fuckin' ticket, that's niggas

Bitch, TNG Blood, ayy We the shit, instrumental, bitch

We out

We out