Standby
I creep thru the night like a vampire
He was dissing and acting all tough til his man died
One step blow like a landmine
Nigga want beef get sparked like a campfire
Free bone bitch cuz my hands tied
I'm hangin wit the creeps n they seek better damn hide
Snatch shit from me u a damn lie
Already know cuz my shooter on standby
These niggas my sons I'm they grandpa
Hit em wit the right then snatch back Like the sham god
My shooter pullin up from the baseline
All a nigga seen was red dots on his Waist line
Walk down creep in the Day time
All a nigga hear is bullshit thru the grapevine
Put that boy to sleep it's yo bedtime
One shot bet he open up like the headline
Nîgga got them perks boy it's med time
Niggas drop names when they hear bout they fed time
Snitched on ya man now ya cred gone
Try slide on the wrong block now ya head gone
Diss on the gang boy ya Dead wrong
Heard he a bitch so a pad what he bled on
My shooter don't miss boy it's dead on
Heard that he a bitch so a pad what he bled on
I creep thru the night like a vampire
He was dissing and acting all tough til his man died
One step blow like a landmine
Nigga want beef get sparked like a campfire
Free bone bitch cuz my hands tied
I'm hangin wit the creeps n they seek better damn hide
Snatch shit from me u a damn lie
Already know cuz my shooter on standby
He was dissing and acting all tough til his man died
One step blow like a landmine
Nigga want beef get sparked like a campfire
Free bone bitch cuz my hands tied
I'm hangin wit the creeps n they seek better damn hide
Snatch shit from me u a damn lie
Already know cuz my shooter on standby
These niggas my sons I'm they grandpa
Hit em wit the right then snatch back Like the sham god
My shooter pullin up from the baseline
All a nigga seen was red dots on his Waist line
Walk down creep in the Day time
All a nigga hear is bullshit thru the grapevine
Put that boy to sleep it's yo bedtime
One shot bet he open up like the headline
Nîgga got them perks boy it's med time
Niggas drop names when they hear bout they fed time
Snitched on ya man now ya cred gone
Try slide on the wrong block now ya head gone
Diss on the gang boy ya Dead wrong
Heard he a bitch so a pad what he bled on
My shooter don't miss boy it's dead on
Heard that he a bitch so a pad what he bled on
I creep thru the night like a vampire
He was dissing and acting all tough til his man died
One step blow like a landmine
Nigga want beef get sparked like a campfire
Free bone bitch cuz my hands tied
I'm hangin wit the creeps n they seek better damn hide
Snatch shit from me u a damn lie
Already know cuz my shooter on standby
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Writer(s): Christien Caldwell
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