Z-Ro, Cl’Che - Creepin' lyrics

Creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper
Touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk
I got my pistol right now

Creeping with my automatic, running round
Laying motherfuckers down
Straight up causing havoc any day
I done gone insane in the brain
Motherfuckers in my face
Claiming that I owe them something mayn
Don't let me catch no case
I don't really give a damn about nothing
But my Nina and my sawed off
You can call me Deadly Head
Cause I'm blowing they balls off
Anybody bitch nigga don't test me
Move across your jaw like a jet ski
Quick jab (opening up like) , Big Sab aw naw
Pulling a gun on all y'all
Disrespect me and fall down
This here my neck of the woods
Where you gon go who you gon call now
Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier
And I don't need nothing
But murder music and doja

Right now I got the shit
That'll blow your balls off
And all this hating talking down
Make a bitch wanna snatch your tongue out
I'm creepin with the sawed off
Creepin on hoes and careful
What they tal'n bout
I'm hitting the industry with tricks
Magicians can't figure out, uh huh
I'm from the South
I'm breaking these bitches off
Making the news with headlines
She's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck
These motherfuckers been duty click and rest
I'm touching hoes on they lifeline
Now they can't pass my check
That's why I'm creeping with my nigga
Z-Ro a dirt dirty killa
You heard them guerillas
We hurt you to make you feel us
Through all this fraud in you
You need to stay away
Cause you don't wanna fuck
With Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now

Ain't no running to the trunk
I got my pistol on me
Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga
Try to tun up on me
I'm coming after your camp
Me and my OG darrel Burton
Thirty odd beam on the drive card
That there gon have em hurting
In need of medical attention
Lifting up motherfuckers like
I'm bench pressing put everybody to bed
Write SUC on the wall and then I'm ditching
Out the do', firing it up with BJ and Fo'
Nickel and D slide in the do'
That nigga there my nigga heart Lil' Ro
Picking me bitch I'm a real one
It's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map
Determine the real ones from the fake ones
By the way they give me dap beg your pardon
If you didn't know I'm a soldier
Military minded, clicking with the sawed off
Murder music and doja

Creeping deep
See how we rough in the Houston streets
Me keep me sawed off, right next to me
Watching a set of bitches
Show they breasts to me
With MOE, that be Money Over Everything
Bet I could hit a home run
Nigga let me swing
Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun
And when I pull it
That's to show you that I got one