Creepin' (feat. Pistol)

I heard your creeping on me
On the low (Okay)
I can't change my ways
That's all i know (That's all I know)
I can't tell no difference
From you hoes (Uh uh)
You have no idiea how
This game made me cold (Wooo)
I heard your creepin on me
On the low (Okay)
I can't change my ways
That's all i know (That's all I know)
I can't tell no difference
From you hoes (No no)
You have no idiea how
This game made me cold
(Yeah yeah yeah)

Will I live to see
The weekend (Weekend)
All I hear is that your creeping
On me I get the feeling that
You ain't my real homie (Uh uh)
So I hit you with that
Rythym and poetry (Wooo)
See you have no idea
The game made me cold
Never seen a difference
In none you hoes (None)
It's a lonely road
Which way to go
I can't change my ways
For It's all I know
All about the green
And I ain't talking mold
Another star has fallen
R.I.P to Kobe (R.I.P to Kobe)
See things innovate (Innovate)
In a small time frame (Frame)
I must regenerate
And X out lames (X them out)
Then penetrate
And take aim (Pow)
Always concentrate
Cause they creepin (Creepin)
These bustaz is creeping
On the low (On the low)
Cock back the gat
Feed em ammo (Ta ta)
They just some weak
Wack average Joe's
We Keep the magazines
On maximum overload (Wooo)

I heard your creeping
On me on the low (Okay)
I can't change my ways
That's all i know (That's all I know)
I can't tell no difference
From you hoes (Uh uh)
You have no idiea how
This game made me cold (Wooo)
I heard your creepin
On me on the low (Okay)
I can't change my ways
That's all i know (That's all I know)
I can't tell no difference
From you hoes (No no)
You have no idiea how
This game made me cold
(Yeah yeah yeah)

These bustaz is creeping
On the low (On the low)
Cock back the gat
Feed em ammo (Ta ta)
They just some weak
Wack average Joe's
We Keep the magazines
On maximum overload (Woo)



Credits
Writer(s): Fabian Noriega
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