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Kreepin

 

Kreepin

(album: Safe House - 2023)


Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh
D.T. in this motherfucker, man
Whole lotta [?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Danny Towers]
They was sleeping on me, now I'm waking 'em up
Baking soda, yola, got me scraping it up
She said, "Why your brother tryna pay me to fuck?"
Bitch, my brothers is my brothers so I can't give a fuck
Sliding through the bitty, bitch, you painted in red
I can't tell my niggas shit, them niggas fucked off they heads
I've been through so much shit, them niggas left me for dead
Now I'm creeping with the stick, that's how you force me to play it
I spin big in that double R, jumping out with blicks
I put a ten on your fucking nogging, you can't tell me shit
Like, why these niggas think say they tough?
When shit gets rough they jumping ship
Like, why these niggas think they us?
That typa shit'll get you flipped

Fuck-nigga, always tripping 'bout a bitch
You a fuck-nigga, waiting for some shit you can switch
Fuck-nigga, why you kissing on a trick
Always beefing 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich
Fuck-nigga, always tripping 'bout a bitch
You a fuck-nigga, waiting for some shit you can switch
Fuck-nigga, why you kissing on a trick
Always beefing 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich, nigga

[Denzel Curry:]
Okay, okay-okay, okay-okay
Okay, okay-okay, okay-okay
Okay, okay-okay, man, do the damn verse, nigga (Okay!)
Ultimate Denzel in this bitch, you know y'all niggas finished
I got money on my mind, you niggas can't mind your business
Stayed with the 'caine like [?]
Niggas be thinking that I am so psycho is menace
Buddy, you talking 'bout [?]
Buddy, I'm talking 'bout [?] sticky
Beefing 'bout some hoes, now I'm creeping on my fours
This fire in my hand could make you stop, drop, and roll
If bullets coming fast, then I guess you leaking 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 grill (Pic of your grill)
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

[Danny Towers:]
Fuck-nigga, always tripping 'bout a bitch
You a fuck-nigga, waiting for some shit you can switch
Fuck-nigga, why you kissing on a trick
Always beefing 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich
Fuck-nigga, always tripping 'bout a bitch
You a fuck-nigga, waiting for some shit you can switch
Fuck-nigga, why you kissing on a trick
Always beefing 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich

done

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