How I Creep
Can't go back to them niggas We X'ing them out
Them niggas is broke They just flexing for clout
He say he a killer Lets see what he bout
We gone hop out the Benz Put the pole to his snout
Boom
Feel I'm the best in the room
Glock like a witch Cuz it sweep like a broom
Two shots to his top Bet he rest in his tomb
In the booth I go looney Not talking bout tunes
Wait
Niggas a play like we homies I watch that backdoor Cuz I know that they be phony
You niggas come cross me I never get even
I'm odd in the head I send five at his homie
Back to the bread We don't carry no ones
Glocks and Barretas I keep me a gun
Yo niggas ain't killers They shooting for fun
At the plate with the glock going to hit a home run
Niggas be sayin Man Q ain't a killer Just look where he from
And he don't got no funds
Them the same niggas They walk in my party They shaking my hand
Cuz they know I'm the one
Stay with the sauce Steady dripping feel like I'm shaq Cuz I'm steady blue chipping
Niggas gone talk from a distance
You come to my side We gone open his lemon
Naw
We finna open his melon
GMT ain't a frat But you know how we stepping
Only the necking I can't do no sexing
Thank god for the paper You know it's a blessing
First we finessing And the we be flexing
These bitches gone fuck For a spot in my section
Pour up a four of that pint In the Fanta
I can't fuck wit bitches These bitches be messy
Hold up
Rocking Dior Ian never been Christian This liq in my system
Real dirty I'm pissing
I'm Clearing the scene Yea We won't leave a victim
I'm Packing 22s Like my first name was Christian
Had to go to the streets Man I cant do no sipping
These bitches ain't loyal You know Ian trippin
The money you gotta go chase it
And watch that back door If you still in the trenches
Bitches be calling my phone
Like Baby I love you But me
Yea I just want the dome
200 a quarter I'm dripping like water We sipping on dusse I don't want patron
I be from the city These bitches be greedy And niggas gone hate
Cuz you ain't put them on
You know I stay dripping Katt Williams I'm pimping These niggas a copy I think ima clone
Niggas wasn't there I was washing the dishes
Niggas wasn't there I was gettin suspended
Niggas wasn't there I was in the school fightingI die bout respect
It ain't neva bout bitches
Fuck it we spraying They leaving me open
Niggas gone change And I'm not talking token
Double my cup Know I'm drinking my potion
Ice on my pendant My necklace be golden
Them niggas is broke They just flexing for clout
He say he a killer Lets see what he bout
We gone hop out the Benz Put the pole to his snout
Boom
Feel I'm the best in the room
Glock like a witch Cuz it sweep like a broom
Two shots to his top Bet he rest in his tomb
In the booth I go looney Not talking bout tunes
Wait
Niggas a play like we homies I watch that backdoor Cuz I know that they be phony
You niggas come cross me I never get even
I'm odd in the head I send five at his homie
Back to the bread We don't carry no ones
Glocks and Barretas I keep me a gun
Yo niggas ain't killers They shooting for fun
At the plate with the glock going to hit a home run
Niggas be sayin Man Q ain't a killer Just look where he from
And he don't got no funds
Them the same niggas They walk in my party They shaking my hand
Cuz they know I'm the one
Stay with the sauce Steady dripping feel like I'm shaq Cuz I'm steady blue chipping
Niggas gone talk from a distance
You come to my side We gone open his lemon
Naw
We finna open his melon
GMT ain't a frat But you know how we stepping
Only the necking I can't do no sexing
Thank god for the paper You know it's a blessing
First we finessing And the we be flexing
These bitches gone fuck For a spot in my section
Pour up a four of that pint In the Fanta
I can't fuck wit bitches These bitches be messy
Hold up
Rocking Dior Ian never been Christian This liq in my system
Real dirty I'm pissing
I'm Clearing the scene Yea We won't leave a victim
I'm Packing 22s Like my first name was Christian
Had to go to the streets Man I cant do no sipping
These bitches ain't loyal You know Ian trippin
The money you gotta go chase it
And watch that back door If you still in the trenches
Bitches be calling my phone
Like Baby I love you But me
Yea I just want the dome
200 a quarter I'm dripping like water We sipping on dusse I don't want patron
I be from the city These bitches be greedy And niggas gone hate
Cuz you ain't put them on
You know I stay dripping Katt Williams I'm pimping These niggas a copy I think ima clone
Niggas wasn't there I was washing the dishes
Niggas wasn't there I was gettin suspended
Niggas wasn't there I was in the school fightingI die bout respect
It ain't neva bout bitches
Fuck it we spraying They leaving me open
Niggas gone change And I'm not talking token
Double my cup Know I'm drinking my potion
Ice on my pendant My necklace be golden
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Writer(s): Qadiir Wajd
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