Creep
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Didn't know, uh-heh
Who?
Who?
Who?
Who?
Okay, who?
Who?
Who?
(Okay we had to pop the top
He act like D didn't know)
I take this stick and get at you
(My nigga Brando the sickest, on folks)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Beefin with some niggas
From across the road
Pussy knowin not to leave his yard
Don't come out his home
Nigga, Murda Squad, we make it hard
Pussy come on
I got a chopper, this bitch got a sword
Now let's get it on
Look, black tee, black ski, huh
I'm in my Reiss
Nigga, diss while i'm in MIA
You D-I-E
Now i could tell you what that chopper say
"I want a body please YoungBoy
Who gone die today?"
I love to hang out stolen cars
Or a rental i don't give a fuck
(Give a fuck)
You ain't gotta open up your mouth
I'll zip and put a nigga up
You ain't gotta take no drugs
You ain't gotta aim motherfuck
Nigga just swing me round (Hlrrd)
Then swing back round, they all in trouble
Nigga we be G'd up (G'd up)
They claim the three, but they ain't Northside
Nigga, fuck yall
And bitch, I better not catch you outside
Nigga, fuck ya mammy
And fuck your Pa
And fuck your stepchild
Get smacked from yappin
Bitch all that talkin get you baptized
Cadillac on some 24's
Or a Cutlass on Dayton bows
Bet a bitch ain't gone make it home
Went to clappin and hit his dome
A pussy rappin what time you on?
I've been thuggin, you weren't around
You was up in school, I was totin legs, totin pencils
Nigga, two
I don't need no pencil for to leave a print on you
You pussy-bitch
This bitch so strong
It put a hole in you and whoever you with
Bent this shit, shoot the stick
Chopper make her pussy spit
I love this bitch, she protect my clique
And she the one who killed your kin
Dickridin, groupie shit
He made a diss, i'm on him then
Im out the window with two Glocks
Bitch have you ever heard FN? (Bah, bah,bah)
And beef with who?
You don't know Sheep?
Watch how you speak, he step on you
Behind Lil Top, we pop your top
Bitch we gone thug you and your crew
It's gone be a murder broad day
Bare face, cold case, no trace
Nigga talkin bout swervin, we gone see
None of these bodies ain't unheard of
Nigga ain't no sleep when we creep
We tryna knock the top off
That's when the cops gone come out
Put up your thirty get another
We won't run in the house
Claim he wan bring me up
That's ain't no safe scene
Chopper knock my name out your mouth
You ain't gone play with me
Shit, who gone die today?
Cause we gone slide today
Send them steppers to his hideaway
This a bottom play
We shoot in you bitches houses
Hope you got a fire escape (Yeah)
We I-10 stalkers
Motherfucker it's a murder on the highway (Hlrrd)
I can make that .40 empty 45 times, who you tryin?
My lil niggas give me two for a dime
Bust him up, and run away
And put his soul in a dumpster (Dumpster)
Two .40s with two dicks
This a two-headed monster (Baow)
Catch him, walk him down
In the middle of the street (Baow)
Hit him everywhere, even the bottom of his feet
How you feelin? We like killin, cold cases come for cheap
Fuck that nigga and his sister, i'll fuck her till she bleed
"Who that is?"
That's that nigga Boosie
He got baby Uzis, his lil steppers steppin
Actin stupid
It's gone be a homicide
Stepping like the shottas movie
Tattoos, they don't tell a lie
So boy you need to ask yourself
Do you really wanna die?
(Bitch ass nigga, bitch we steppin)
It's gone be a murder broad day
Bare face, cold case, no trace
(Hlrrd, hlrrd, hlrrd)
Nigga talkin bout swervin, we gone see
(We gone see nigga)
None of these bodies ain't unheard of
Nigga ain't no sleep when we creep (Ugh)
We tryna knock the top off
That's when the cops gone come out
Put up your thirty get another
We won't run in the house
Claim he wan bring me up
That's ain't no safe scene
Chopper knock my name out your mouth
You ain't gone play with me