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Stay right here lemme creep
I'm boutta get up on 'em with the heat
Bitch I'm MB
Face card niggas know that it's me
On they block with a broom tryna sweep
I'm with some felons jumpin' out the jeep
He tried to get low but I already
He tried to get low but I already peep
Have him tappin' his body lookin' for the beam
Why the fuck would you play team?
Don't got the knock, I poke him in his spleen
Don't need a gun you know I love to fight
Get up on 'em, left-right
Hand dance, I'm movin' like I'm mike

Kreep-Kreep, I'm boutta get up on 'em with the heat
Kreep-Kreep, get up close we ain't shootin' from deep
Kreep-Kreep, everybody boutta see my three

He right there, get up close
Like, please do not let him get low
Three deep takin' trips through the snow, like the first 48 boutta do us a show
Baby Chase in the back I let him tote the
Baby Chase in the back I let him tote the pole

Stay right here lemme creep
I'm boutta get up on 'em with the heat
Bitch I'm MB
Face card niggas know that it's me
On they block with a broom tryna sweep
I'm with some felons jumpin' out the jeep
He tried to get low but I already
He tried to get low but I already peep
Have him tappin' his body lookin' for the beam
Why the fuck would you play team?



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Writer(s): Mir Bucks
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