Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard to Creep , by - Jackboy. Release date: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard to Creep |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh (d.a. got that dope) |
| Innocent 'til proven guilty, niggas with no Pateks |
| Someone special in my city so my Glock come with a titty |
| I’d rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security |
| If my nigga ain’t with me, better believe I got a gun close to me |
| If my nigga ain’t with me, I’m prolly creepin', I got your ho with me |
| But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me |
| Fuckin' on her and her momma, none of you niggas cold as me |
| Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me |
| Know she wanna be my baby |
| Say she tryna stroll with me |
| No, you cannot be my lady |
| Ain’t finna have no ho with me |
| She know that I’ma annoy you, nigga |
| Don’t need it just to pop a nigga |
| I rock a nigga, dirty Glock, bitch, you play with pencils |
| I don’t give no fucks, I’m climbin' to the top |
| I still’ll pop a nigga |
| I don’t give no fucks, I came to get the guap |
| I don’t need to talk to niggas |
| Head buster, wig splitter, my hitta, he a go-getter |
| Step on you and boy are jealous |
| Ballin' on 'em, SportsCenter |
| I fuck your bitch then return to sender |
| If I fuck your bitch, I might leave it in her |
| She eat the dick but can’t stay for dinner |
| Would turn a good girl into a sinner |
| Leav your man, come fuck with a winner |
| Leave your man, come fuck in a sprinter |
| All these racks, woulda thought I got a printer |
| All these racks, gotta fuck this business |
| Innocent 'til proven guilty, niggas with no Pateks |
| Someone special in my city so my Glock come with a titty |
| I’d rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security |
| If my nigga ain’t with me, better believe I got a gun close to me |
| If my nigga ain’t with me, I’m prolly creepin', I got your ho with me |
| But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me |
| Fuckin' on her and her momma, none of you niggas cold as me |
| Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me |
| Fifty thousand, back end |
| The bitch come do this show with me |
| Lately I been fuckin' on her frien, how she go with me? |
| I put all my niggas in position |
| Winnin' was the goal, how the fuck we have an issue? |
| I took perfect but it’s missin', got the gang from the kitchen |
| Don’t forget to the dishes, bakin' soda and the, nevermind |
| I hear Lambo' trucks went up, I’m sellin' mine |
| Every time my young nigga touched, I spend a dime |
| You see me, I was never totin' back then, on Reece |
| Bad bitch, we called to fuck her friend, free skeet |
| Ayy, free Spencer, nigga, drive, ayy, Ric' |
| (Free the boys) |
| Innocent 'til proven guilty, niggas with no Pateks |
| Someone special in my city so my Glock come with a titty |
| I’d rather have my nigga with me, bitch, I do not need security |
| If my nigga ain’t with me, better believe I got a gun close to me |
| If my nigga ain’t with me, I’m prolly creepin', I got your ho with me |
| But it done got hard to creep, my jewelry make 'em notice me |
| Fuckin' on her and her momma, none of you niggas cold as me |
| Whippin' up my anaconda, girl, come here, come roll with me |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |