GHOSTEMANE - KreepStreet lyrics

On my way to Dro's, rappin'
Rappin' real slow got a bag full of caps
And I'm ready for the show
Reppin', reppin' SOLO
All friends turn to foe
Ask 'em all and they know ILL BiZ be a pro
But they just can't hang, always beggin'
Tryin' to borrow
But a homie makin' so many moves
Hard to follow
Got a bitch, and she swallowin' my dick
'til it's hollow make a move on her, try
She will stick you like Apollo

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump
Don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump
Don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12
12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12
12's in the trunk got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump
Don't hit the blunt

I'm the cracka who rappin'
And snappin' on beats
While the bass in your trunk hit
You clean out your seat
You can blame it on me
'cause I'm all that you see
When the lights go out
See that gold in my teeth
See you dissin' on me but you
Chillin' in your momma's livin' room
Beggin' for ends, and playin' pretend
You don't get no pussy but
Play with your hand
Shouts out to my fans, that reppin' my set
I love y'all to death
Even the haters be startin' to rep
Say what you wanna, you noddin' your head
You come to my show and you put up your hands
And try to make friends
I'll spit in your face
Makin' a scene, 'cause I'm runnin' the place
Stompin' you out
Makin' the bouncers take you out
While I finish my drink, bitch

Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump
Don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump
Don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12
12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12
12's in the trunk got the 12's in the trunk
Turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump
Don't hit the blunt

If you ain't fuckin' with my set
Get the fuck out the donk
Fuckin' up the rotation
'cause you tryin' to take a bump
Now you got that coke powder on my seats
Better leave
Or believe, I will throw you out the back
Test me cops fucked my life up
Slapped me with a charge
I'm not tryin' to see no lights
Flashin' right behind my car
Never kick it with a narc
'cause you just never know
Who follow the code, so I stay S-O-L-O