Creepin Lyrics

Fuck is you doing

Can't fuck with me

I got Givenchy, Givenchy yea all on me

I got that Marni, Marni yea all on me

Sippin' on mud pourin up red and green

Chop my brotha shoot from the benz

Step back that young nigga shoot from the three

All my bitches seven's and ten's

Never go low from a six or a three

You need to come pick up ya man's

See that boy bleeding right out on the street

When-ever I pop out with gang moving lowkey yea we moving discreet

(Yea) Smokin' that gassy gas walk in and smell that aroma it stink

(Yea) Stackin' up cash and cash making more cash then you make in a week

Say that you droppin' new shit that is weak

Four in a cup and it put me to sleep

Hop in the cat then I'm swervin' the streets

Got tired of Ricky's they fuck up my feet

Got tired of these nigga's playing me

Most of yall nigga's ain't never been lit like this

They saying this money is changing me

But I've been the same since I was a little jit

ARP come with a scope and kit

Nah we ain't faking this shit ain't a skit

Sippin' on drank make me talk with a lisp

They say young Mezrow on top of the list

Better watch out

Better watch out before they get you gone

They coming to get ya

They ringing up all of ya telephones

No they won't miss ya

They creepin' right through till the night of dawn

Better choose all of ya right's from wrong

It's a Dark Hour nigga we all alone

Fuck is you doing

Can't fuck with me

I got Givenchy, Givenchy yea all on me

I got that Marni, Marni yea all on me

Sippin' on mud pourin up red and green