CreepMode

Walkin down the road
Pockets loaded
They know who it is

Pull up to the show
Make em fold
They know who it is

Say I sound like Bones
Tell em "so?"
That ain't who it is

40 on my waist
I let it blow
Now we know who it is

Catch me posted after dark
at the after party
total disregard
Corner creepin' watching everybody,
Everybody lookin like
some fuckin frauds
Hitman dick
how it whack a broad
Collect that dough,
quick stash and log it
You'll never guess
the code combination
Conversation over that's time to log off

Oh
Most these mufuckas smokin
on some dope
What a joke, hope they know,
that I hope they overdose
Watch em croak
yeah, uh, yeah
Open up another can of worms
Creepin out the casket,
Sneak in yo room
Install a creeper virus
now you bout to learn

Walkin down the road
Pockets loaded
They know who it is

Pull up to the show
Make em fold
They know who it is

Say I sound like Bones
Tell em "so?"
That ain't who it is

40 on my waist
I let it blow
Now we know who it is



Credits
Writer(s): Casey Jones, Dread
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