Creepoholic
This one goes out to my homies back on the streets back in Atlanta, yo
I just went robbin a bank, Pourin the 'deine in my drank
Side of my door got a shank, told me to spit in her face
In da court I'll beat the case, playin a show in da states
In a cell countin off days, I'm on the acid no base
Load up 20 hollows cuz I modified my clip
Scratchin' off the number cuz I bought a dirty stick
Drivin' through my town I got my shooters in the whip
Messin' with my homies and yo family end up hit
Last time I caught an opp he end up in the mud
Lift the choppa to his brain before he start to run
Hop into the whip you know I ain't forget the gun
Lightin up these opps like I'm the motherfuckin sun
Laid a couple bodies on the ground, some without a head
Bitches always beefin' with my team, and now they fuckin' dead
Hoes they tryna fuck me but I left they ass on read
Like my sprite with wocky, I can't sip unless it's red
See me in the pistol smoke I came out of the shadows
Pussy bitches near the fuckin road, and they grave was shallow
Herding all my opps out of the city like they fuckin' cattle
Yeah that ain't a snake, bitch it's my pistol, and its finna rattle
Load up 20 hollows cuz I modified my clip
Scratchin' off the number cuz I bought a dirty stick
Drivin' through my town I got my shooters in the whip
Messin' with my homies and yo family might get hit
Imma pour a cup, I like my lean, I pour it for my team
Pop another X, another Molly, swallow hella beans
We just robbed a bank and now we swimmin' in this Benny green
Wired 20 grand all to my plug so I get lots of weed
I just caught some opps, yeah you know I ain't forget the strap
Bitch just killed my brother now he dead I'll put him in a rap
I was skipping school cuz there ain't Percs inside my science class
Momma said I'd flunk but now she see that I got hella racks
Rip to my homies they up in the sky
Come round my team and you ready to die
Sippin codiene on the I55
Asked for her son that lil bitch ain't alive
I put some muhfuckin' cash on his head
Don't want him alive, just want his ass dead
I'm reppin the blue he was reppin the reds
I'm skippin town can't get caught by the feds
Load up 20 hollows cuz I modified my clip
Scratchin' off the number cuz I bought a dirty stick
Drivin' through my town I got my shooters in the whip
Messin' with my homies and yo family might get hit
I just went robbin a bank, Pourin the 'deine in my drank
Side of my door got a shank, told me to spit in her face
In da court I'll beat the case, playin a show in da states
In a cell countin off days, I'm on the acid no base
Load up 20 hollows cuz I modified my clip
Scratchin' off the number cuz I bought a dirty stick
Drivin' through my town I got my shooters in the whip
Messin' with my homies and yo family end up hit
Last time I caught an opp he end up in the mud
Lift the choppa to his brain before he start to run
Hop into the whip you know I ain't forget the gun
Lightin up these opps like I'm the motherfuckin sun
Laid a couple bodies on the ground, some without a head
Bitches always beefin' with my team, and now they fuckin' dead
Hoes they tryna fuck me but I left they ass on read
Like my sprite with wocky, I can't sip unless it's red
See me in the pistol smoke I came out of the shadows
Pussy bitches near the fuckin road, and they grave was shallow
Herding all my opps out of the city like they fuckin' cattle
Yeah that ain't a snake, bitch it's my pistol, and its finna rattle
Load up 20 hollows cuz I modified my clip
Scratchin' off the number cuz I bought a dirty stick
Drivin' through my town I got my shooters in the whip
Messin' with my homies and yo family might get hit
Imma pour a cup, I like my lean, I pour it for my team
Pop another X, another Molly, swallow hella beans
We just robbed a bank and now we swimmin' in this Benny green
Wired 20 grand all to my plug so I get lots of weed
I just caught some opps, yeah you know I ain't forget the strap
Bitch just killed my brother now he dead I'll put him in a rap
I was skipping school cuz there ain't Percs inside my science class
Momma said I'd flunk but now she see that I got hella racks
Rip to my homies they up in the sky
Come round my team and you ready to die
Sippin codiene on the I55
Asked for her son that lil bitch ain't alive
I put some muhfuckin' cash on his head
Don't want him alive, just want his ass dead
I'm reppin the blue he was reppin the reds
I'm skippin town can't get caught by the feds
Load up 20 hollows cuz I modified my clip
Scratchin' off the number cuz I bought a dirty stick
Drivin' through my town I got my shooters in the whip
Messin' with my homies and yo family might get hit
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