Big K.R.I.T. - Creep Up lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Creep Up lyrics]
I hit them with the sub
Watch them buckle under pressure
Too many hoes hate cause I
Got gold on my dresser
Too many nigga watching
Praying I might fall quick
Same nigga was in my face last
Year and that's some flaw shit
Lords knows I've been dying
So this year I can't give up
Creeping like caterpillar
Shoes and belts made of lizard
Tweeters, speakers, and kickers
Flow colder than blizzard
Shine brighter than nova
So mother fuck your flicker
I play to the grizzle
That's the bone for you city folk
Give it all I got
Pushing chrome with a city ho
Putting on my friends and my kin
Hollerin' Multi! Rep it til the end we gonna
Win til the sun die tell them haters that
Now tell them haters this
Instead of jocking mine, go get your own shit
I battle through the buzzard and the
Cluckers on that fuck shit
Now I'm riding clean and my team
Ain't nothing to fuck with a player told me
Now I ain't no chump
I'm known for flowing proper
She bopped off my top you blocked
And tried to stop her
Yall flex don't even fakes with
Chrome and candy paint
You thought that shit could float on
It's own but that shit sank
Mister sucka ducket
If you lucky she'll let you finger fuck it
You cuff or buss it
I stretch that pussy like Kangol buckets
Your game too rusty
My game was polished to play a primp
Not even them gators or suit's to
Tailor could save a simp
From a flame spitter, lame nigga
Never had a chance
Break his bitch and the bitch
That came with her
And ride off like a thief in the night
Ain't no sense in doing shit if you
Ain't dying to do it right
What's the word ho?! I got it
Jumping like a six four
Truck shaking like a nympho
I had to be a king in my past life
Cause, I got a crown and
My mothafuckin' cash right a player told me
Watch them buckle under pressure
Too many hoes hate cause I
Got gold on my dresser
Too many nigga watching
Praying I might fall quick
Same nigga was in my face last
Year and that's some flaw shit
Lords knows I've been dying
So this year I can't give up
Creeping like caterpillar
Shoes and belts made of lizard
Tweeters, speakers, and kickers
Flow colder than blizzard
Shine brighter than nova
So mother fuck your flicker
I play to the grizzle
That's the bone for you city folk
Give it all I got
Pushing chrome with a city ho
Putting on my friends and my kin
Hollerin' Multi! Rep it til the end we gonna
Win til the sun die tell them haters that
Now tell them haters this
Instead of jocking mine, go get your own shit
I battle through the buzzard and the
Cluckers on that fuck shit
Now I'm riding clean and my team
Ain't nothing to fuck with a player told me
Now I ain't no chump
I'm known for flowing proper
She bopped off my top you blocked
And tried to stop her
Yall flex don't even fakes with
Chrome and candy paint
You thought that shit could float on
It's own but that shit sank
Mister sucka ducket
If you lucky she'll let you finger fuck it
You cuff or buss it
I stretch that pussy like Kangol buckets
Your game too rusty
My game was polished to play a primp
Not even them gators or suit's to
Tailor could save a simp
From a flame spitter, lame nigga
Never had a chance
Break his bitch and the bitch
That came with her
And ride off like a thief in the night
Ain't no sense in doing shit if you
Ain't dying to do it right
What's the word ho?! I got it
Jumping like a six four
Truck shaking like a nympho
I had to be a king in my past life
Cause, I got a crown and
My mothafuckin' cash right a player told me