Creepin ft. SleepyK Lyrics

Shout out my n***a A, shout out K, them ain't no gun bars either, only do one thing, man

Don't get relaxed, keep yo strap, the streets don't lack, they creepin' back, ayy

Keep yo strap, they creepin' back, don't get relaxed, keep your strap, ayy

No Emoni Bates, me and yo girl be linkin, he know I know she jumped dawg sinkin

Chuck The Answer, then I gotta be the reason, Lord have mercy if they try we coming demon

Bullets fly, some n****s turn demon, lotta n****s charge up for no reason

Track Hawks cuz my dawgs can see em, challenger, challenger, traveler, up her per diem

Wouldn't wanna be him, fuckin' wit him, not one of them, not none of them my shooters got film

Flow like a BM, or screen shot DM

Flow like a rooftop jumper, and you only stop by not to tell him no, but you wanna see him

They gon' have to put the flow up in a museum, Durango doors open up, duck and dodge if you see em

If you comin platinum on your wrist, better keep the strap up on your hip

Hating n****s, mood is Arthur fist, bladder infection, n****s pissed

Bars hit like two, two, threes, don't play with me, I'm Thanos with the fist

Trailblazing, do you holes in em like the size of a canyon

Name the tool, Sierra, cause she rarely miss

Don't get relaxed, keep your strap

The streets don't lack, they creepin' back

Keep your strap, they creepin' back, they creepin' back

Don't get relaxed

I'm a ball like Kano, run through your h** like Drano, I don't claim no thots

N***a better duck, better lay low, get your face gone when I spray your block

All them lessons from my OG, tryna tell me, n****s, save your guap

All them lessons that I learned in the streets, taught me to stay away from cops

N****s broke most likely, I'ma run that money up at light speed

I just pulled up with a white ting, yeah, she tryna eat me up like ice cream

Gettin' geeked up like Spike Lee, Puerto Rican chicks too spicy

You n****s 5-0 like Ice T, that's how I know, you ain't nothin' like me

Shitting, on n****s, I might need a diaper

N****s actin' like broads on they cycle

Rio say that he dead on arrival

Yeah, you know we the wave, no tidal

Gotta keep the grass low for the vipers

Skinny n****s, fat racks like Luh Tyler

Presidential Rollie for the wrist, Joe Biden

She think I'm her king and she call me Her Highness

Don't get relaxed

Keep your strap

The streets don't lack

They creepin' back

Keep your strap

They creepin' back

They creepin' back

Don't get relaxed

Don't get relaxed

Keep your strap

The streets don't lack

They creepin' back, ayy

Keep your strap

They creepin' back

Don't get relaxed

Keep your strap, ayy