Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creeping , by - NeakoRelease date: 23.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creeping |
| I got five swisher, five dutches |
| A pack of papers, I’m ready to go |
| Riding out four deep, my young niggas they letting it blow |
| A bunch of pills, a bunch of syrup, only one car just to let you know |
| Where we going nobody knows |
| We blowing smoke, plus trained to go |
| We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking |
| We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking |
| We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking |
| We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking |
| Yeah, they call me FRESH M-O-$$ |
| I’m killing everything like Columbine |
| LVLY$L that’s my set, bottom line |
| Hater’s try to block me, but these niggas couldn’t stop my shine |
| BXB] |
| If I ain’t with my niggas, then I’m with my bitches |
| Inhale smoke, blowing circles to the ceiling |
| LVLYSL, fuck feelings |
| Uh, all my bitches drink the Henny' all night |
| Hop on top, and we rock the dick right |
| Ain’t got the time if a bitch wanna fight |
| I just throw the hands up, leave the ho out of sight |
| Get money, Young ratchet nigga… |
| Boy fuck the bank, Imma' stash it nigga |
| Money stretched long like elastic nigga |
| S.S. Coupe come through, we fuck your main and then we pass it nigga |
| They call me Young Nass' my nigga |
| Diamonds shine bright like plasma nigga |
| If you’re late, let me catch you up up to speed |
| I’m the illest I’m the realest |
| I’m in a different league, NASA please |
| Yeah three chains on my neck, one watch on my wrist |
| Gotta beat that Bentley breathless, stones all on that shit |
| Uh, sit back and I meditate, roll up and I levitate |
| Bust guns never hesitate, getting money bitch I regulate |
| Nigga’s wanna speculate |
| Our future world, they yesterday |
| Spending money on a escapade |
| Ever since young we’re renegades |
| We LVL, my bitch rep |
| I’m twenty four-seven like quick check |
| Nigga’s up now so we got next |
| Give a fuck about a hater, leave a nigga to rest |
| Uh, ask around Fresco known around |
| World gang golden child, yes a nigga holds it down |
| Popping perc’s, whylin' out, smoking dope with my wild nigga’s |
| Paper route like a paper boy, stack my money like Yao nigga |
| Bet our gang getting money man, stacking money we proud nigga |
| LVL we up nigga, YSL we up nigga |
| Uh, your nigga wanna bust it open like a sesame |
| Trying to make me fumble, that’s a penalty |
| Bitches dog food, eating up the Pedigree |
| Health/wealth to the top, prosperity |
| Uh, gotta level up, take a flight mentally |
| These bitches lurking I can smell the envy |
| Mixed with jealousy, but I ain’t trying to be like Remy catching felonies |
| Nah |
| One ounce, two strains |
| Three’s up, four chains |
| Five cars, six bitches |
| Seven digits, eight dames |
| Top cat, nine lives |
| Flow sharp, like ten knives |
| Your main bitch is my main side |
| I’m trained to go and I’m ready to rob |