Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creep, artist - Booka600. Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creep |
| 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 (Iceberg) |
| 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 |