Kreepin (feat. Denzel Curry)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
D.T. in this motherfucker, man
Whole lot of it
Yo, yo
Yo
They was sleepin' on me, now I'm wakin' 'em up (wakin' 'em up)
Baking soda, yola, got me scrapin' it up (scrapin' it up)
She said, "Why your brother tryna pay me to fuck?" (Pay me to fuck)
Bitch, my brothers is my brothers so I can't give a fuck
Slidin' through the bitty, bitch, you paintin' it red (paintin' it red)
I can't tell my niggas shit, them niggas fucked off they heads (fucked off they heads)
I've been through so much shit, them niggas left me for dead (for dead)
Now I'm creepin' with the stick, that's how you force me to play it
I spin, bend in that double R, jumpin' out with blicks
I put a ten on your fuckin' noggin', you can't tell me shit
Like, why these niggas say they tough? When shit get rough, they jumpin' ship
Like, why these niggas think they us? That typa shit'll get you flipped
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich, nigga
Okay, okay-okay ('kay), okay-okay (okay)
Okay, okay-okay (man, do the damn verse, nigga) (okay)
Ultimate Denzel in this bitch, you know y'all niggas finished (finished)
I got money on my mind, you niggas can't mind your business (money)
Stay whippin' 'cane like O-Dog
Niggas be thinkin' that I am society's menace (huh)
Buddy, you talkin' 'bout cane that you sniffin'? (Huh)
Buddy, I'm talkin' 'bout cane as in sticky (yeah)
Beefin' 'bout some hoes, now I'm creepin' on my fours (on my fours)
This fire in my hand could make you stop, drop, and roll
If bullets comin' fast, then I guess you leakin' slow (slow)
But I ain't into murder, so I guess I'll let you go (keep walkin')
But what I can do is take a pic of your crib (pic of your crib)
Slide it on my dawg, now he know where you lives (I know where you stay)
Murk the family off, but except for the kids
Then raise them as my own, have 'em think you a bitch 'cause you a
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich, nigga
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
(Dance like a ho)
(Dance, dance like a ho)
D.T. in this motherfucker, man
Whole lot of it
Yo, yo
Yo
They was sleepin' on me, now I'm wakin' 'em up (wakin' 'em up)
Baking soda, yola, got me scrapin' it up (scrapin' it up)
She said, "Why your brother tryna pay me to fuck?" (Pay me to fuck)
Bitch, my brothers is my brothers so I can't give a fuck
Slidin' through the bitty, bitch, you paintin' it red (paintin' it red)
I can't tell my niggas shit, them niggas fucked off they heads (fucked off they heads)
I've been through so much shit, them niggas left me for dead (for dead)
Now I'm creepin' with the stick, that's how you force me to play it
I spin, bend in that double R, jumpin' out with blicks
I put a ten on your fuckin' noggin', you can't tell me shit
Like, why these niggas say they tough? When shit get rough, they jumpin' ship
Like, why these niggas think they us? That typa shit'll get you flipped
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich, nigga
Okay, okay-okay ('kay), okay-okay (okay)
Okay, okay-okay (man, do the damn verse, nigga) (okay)
Ultimate Denzel in this bitch, you know y'all niggas finished (finished)
I got money on my mind, you niggas can't mind your business (money)
Stay whippin' 'cane like O-Dog
Niggas be thinkin' that I am society's menace (huh)
Buddy, you talkin' 'bout cane that you sniffin'? (Huh)
Buddy, I'm talkin' 'bout cane as in sticky (yeah)
Beefin' 'bout some hoes, now I'm creepin' on my fours (on my fours)
This fire in my hand could make you stop, drop, and roll
If bullets comin' fast, then I guess you leakin' slow (slow)
But I ain't into murder, so I guess I'll let you go (keep walkin')
But what I can do is take a pic of your crib (pic of your crib)
Slide it on my dawg, now he know where you lives (I know where you stay)
Murk the family off, but except for the kids
Then raise them as my own, have 'em think you a bitch 'cause you a
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich
Fuck nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch
You a fuck nigga, waitin' for some shit so you can switch
Fuck nigga, why you kissin' on a trick?
Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Torres, Gabriel Guerra, Denzel Curry, Moses Mcgee
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