Splinter Cell

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

Man I been tired think I need a boost
Gotta cut loose pass me that juice
Gonna hyped when I'm off that liquor
One good shot gonna make you shiver
Then I'm on Punisher mode
Best know your place 'fore you get erased
I'm based and I'm mothafucking dangerous
Make haste when you see me don't aim at us
Return of the mack so stand up and clap
Give me that, standing ovations
Other rappers robotic live on TikTok asking for donations
That's bum shit, lame shit, yeah you're aimless
Disconnect yourself make it painless
You think rap is making you famous
I don't think so

Maaaaaan you need to find yourself a different hobby
We need the doorman look at the bullshit in the lobby
Everybody wanna copy these duplicates acting really sloppy
Ay I'm sorry if you surround yourself with yes men
Hang up the mic, get the fuck out, and stay blessed man
I'ma pray for ya

Creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

When I come in raw with no Vaseline
Steal your steam and then kill your dreams
Every line is coming with that sting
Your desert rose will never hear you sing
I'm chillin, I'm hanging out without a doubt put you through a drought
Brought the album out, finally
This for all of y'all that keep trying me
All the fucks that don't reply to me
Tried to feature you so don't cry to me
Now I'm thinking highly of myself
Make all your fans put you on the shelf
I'm on a dangerous mode
Writing my songs and then fucking these hoes
Your shits getting old
I'm speaking the truth that nobodies told
You

Been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down

They been creepin, creepin, creepin
They always on the prowl
Damn I hate it, hate it, hate it
That's just how they get down



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Writer(s): Walter Ramirez
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