Creep Through The Street

(album: 8ball Playaz - 2016)

Imma keep it loaded with no fucking safety
Running from the bullet there's no way to save me
From the fucking demons that be crawling out
Never have I asked for help I can always save myself
I can take you away from reality
With the funk in the trunk
Everybody cutting chunks
I am sorry I think a certain way
I can not be certain that you body will be OK

As I creep through the street with [?]
Fuck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]

As I creep through the street with [?]
Fuck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]

Murder thoughts I'll kill a mother fucker right now
Busta trying to act up looking like a fucking clown
Never have I thought about keeping the peace
With the piece to your mind I'll let the bullet decide
Where you're gonna go, let the bodies hit the floor
What the fuck you say to me I keep packing on the low
Excite your mind with mothe fucking bullet time
Ain't no living life you want a dead [?]

As I creep through the street with [?]
Fuck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]

As I creep through the street with [?]
Fuck with us you can not see where you 'bout to end up G
Watch your step, watch it close or your blood will overflow
Packing heat take a seat feel the wind up from my [?]