Yung Mal, Lil Co, Booka600 - Creep lyrics
[Yung Mal, Lil Co, Booka600 - Creep lyrics]
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back
They'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
Ride with that blicky
Won't catch me down bad
Couple homies died, it had the hood sad
I ain't let that slide, bullets was flyin'
I had 'em hauling ass
I just came home, went to the top
I got 'em all mad
Heard them niggas plottin', said
They gon' kill me, catch me down bad
In the streets on my lonely, shit look good
But really all bad
Say I been showin' too much love
The devil ain't givin' niggas free pass
Shawty be mad
She love the feeling of blow up the repass
Got so much anger built inside
Bring up the speed bag
Niggas think I can show 'em
'cause I'm gettin' money, shit, i need that
Tryna let these streets go
The rock, they like, "Where the weed at?"
I ain't on the block no more
I ain't slingin' rock no more
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back
They'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
They gon' put that gun up on you
When I was broke
I knew what that money was gon' do
Landmine, I done blew
I had to switch my line
They got they hand out like it's cool
And they was laughin' at me
I had to wear my play shoes to school
But now I drip, they drool
Runnin' to veggie, me and fools
Trap car gon' slide, that's Von and Booka
Them traps behind us filled
With real shooters
Get out of line, they lose it
I get 'em whacked, ain't gotta spend a dime
That's how we movin' got too many bands
But I'm not payin' for that coochie
Gotta watch your back, keep it on you
The second you be lackin'
They be layin' on you
Keep waitin' on you to fall
They be praying on you
Got the gang with me, play, boy
They gon' bang on you
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back
They'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back
They'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
Ride with that blicky
Won't catch me down bad
Couple homies died, it had the hood sad
I ain't let that slide, bullets was flyin'
I had 'em hauling ass
I just came home, went to the top
I got 'em all mad
Heard them niggas plottin', said
They gon' kill me, catch me down bad
In the streets on my lonely, shit look good
But really all bad
Say I been showin' too much love
The devil ain't givin' niggas free pass
Shawty be mad
She love the feeling of blow up the repass
Got so much anger built inside
Bring up the speed bag
Niggas think I can show 'em
'cause I'm gettin' money, shit, i need that
Tryna let these streets go
The rock, they like, "Where the weed at?"
I ain't on the block no more
I ain't slingin' rock no more
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back
They'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you
They gon' put that gun up on you
When I was broke
I knew what that money was gon' do
Landmine, I done blew
I had to switch my line
They got they hand out like it's cool
And they was laughin' at me
I had to wear my play shoes to school
But now I drip, they drool
Runnin' to veggie, me and fools
Trap car gon' slide, that's Von and Booka
Them traps behind us filled
With real shooters
Get out of line, they lose it
I get 'em whacked, ain't gotta spend a dime
That's how we movin' got too many bands
But I'm not payin' for that coochie
Gotta watch your back, keep it on you
The second you be lackin'
They be layin' on you
Keep waitin' on you to fall
They be praying on you
Got the gang with me, play, boy
They gon' bang on you
I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely
And this money, it won't leave me lonely
Went through the pain, I was left alone
Gang gang on my chain and stones
And if he reaches for his headstone
Then boy, swear to God, they head on
Gotta watch your back
They'll creep up on you
Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it
Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you
Don't put that gun up on you