Creepin'

歌詞

(Hook - 2x) Creeping, with the sawed off In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing niggaz balls off I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now (Z-Ro) Creeping with my automatic, running round Laying motherfuckers down, straight up causing havoc any day I done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face Claiming that I owe them something mayn, don't let me catch no case I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing they balls off Anybody bitch nigga don't test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw naw Pulling a gun on all y'all, disrespect me and fall down This here my neck of the woods, where you gon go who you gon call now Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja (Hook - 2x) (Cl'Che) Right now I got the shit, that'll blow your balls off And all this hating talking down, make a bitch wanna snatch your tongue out I'm creepin with the sawed off, creepin on hoes and careful what they tal'n bout I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can't figure out, uh-huh I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches off Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and rest I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check That's why I'm creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killa You heard them guerillas, we hurt you to make you feel us Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away Cause you don't wanna fuck with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting In need of medical attention, lifting up motherfuckers like I'm bench pressing Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo' Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga there my nigga heart Lil' Ro Picking me bitch I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets Me keep me sawed off, right next to me Watching a set of bitches, show they breasts to me With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything Bet I could hit a home run, nigga let me swing Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one