Creepin

Who in the
Who in the
Who in the fuck is even gonna care
Got Six bitches bodies at the bottom of the stairs
Don't compare
Deriers
Got a flair
In my hair
Bitch I don't even hear the reaper is near
A seat in the chair
To keep from the fear
Skulls on my waist
I hide in my lair
I fell on my face
I'm not even scared
These bitches say neigh
Like I am a Meir

Im in my set uh
I'm not impressed uh
The blood the chest
Got the cops waiting for the arrest uh

Ain't holding a tec
Waiting on you to come gimme my check uh
Now I'm invested
Call my girl to come caress me

Bitch it's that pnw
See don't leave I'll follow you
Stick like fleas with hollows too
I'm cursed bitch I'm haunting you

Not a dollar in my wallet
Smallest will to live im honest
Target on your chest the way if you try to return ill honor it
I'm slaughtering
The daughters of the fucking pharmacists
They give me what I need and then unload the clip of hollow tips

No I ain't fucking around
Come over to my place and I'll show you how I make my sounds bitch



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Writer(s): Haydan Autry
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