"CREEPIN" lyrics
(feat. Liltae2)
[Joey Trap:]
(Damn, Diamond, you crazy)
Alright
Do the dash, thumbin' through the cash, love to get a bag
Bet he mad, see me with the bands, keep it in my hands
Down bad, seen you with your mans, alright
Down bad, seen you with your mans, you never seen a bank
Me and God, ain't nobody else, don't know who to thank
If you fightin' with me, you a soldier, nigga, I'm a tank
Smokin' this pound of London pound unil I'm out of dank
If we in the jungle, I'm a lion, nigga, you a snake
Servin' out the mud and pourin' up, they love to sip drank
Tired, these niggas got me on yawnin' when I look, they not expired
You niggas out here snitchin', you the type to wear a wire
Cookin' in the kitchen, water whippin', makin' fire
I said I would retire, but sometimes I'm a liar
I smoke Gary Payton by the pound, I can't get higher
Did 150 right by her, you rubbin' on my tires
This shit mad easy
All my opps probably colorblind 'cause they can't see me
Nigga, if I use a diamond tester, that shit not beepin'
All your shit is fake and I can tell that that shit made cheaply
Why you act beefy?
Have a bitch set you up, nigga, you in love deeply
She finish, smoke a laced blunt with you, now you mad sleepy
Then we finna rob your ass blind, that was mad creepy (Alright)
[Liltae2:]
Unky ass be smokin' crack and cryin', he be sad geekin'
Straight exotic in my pack, you got the pack Greekin'
Stomped a nigga out, looked at my shoes and I see mad creases
Don't come around 'cause when I do, they say I'm mad tweakin'
Saved fifty racks just off of rappin', that was last season
I bet I up this bitch and blow, ain't gotta have a reason
Been earned my stripes in black and white, just go and ask Adidas
Grab a cup, did some dirty Sprite, pour it out the liter
Told the bitch that I'd never leave, but I gotta leave her
Told my bitch it's another bitch, so I'm not a cheater
Don't respond to your messages like I'm not a reader
I know you built to follow niggas 'cause you not a leader
Fuck a date, finna get a telly, that's where I'ma meet her
Tryna link, pull up to the trenches, that's where I'ma linger
Fuck Cuban links, might grab a pinky ring that go around the finger
(Damn, Diamond, you crazy)
Alright
Do the dash, thumbin' through the cash, love to get a bag
Bet he mad, see me with the bands, keep it in my hands
Down bad, seen you with your mans, alright
Down bad, seen you with your mans, you never seen a bank
Me and God, ain't nobody else, don't know who to thank
If you fightin' with me, you a soldier, nigga, I'm a tank
Smokin' this pound of London pound unil I'm out of dank
If we in the jungle, I'm a lion, nigga, you a snake
Servin' out the mud and pourin' up, they love to sip drank
Tired, these niggas got me on yawnin' when I look, they not expired
You niggas out here snitchin', you the type to wear a wire
Cookin' in the kitchen, water whippin', makin' fire
I said I would retire, but sometimes I'm a liar
I smoke Gary Payton by the pound, I can't get higher
Did 150 right by her, you rubbin' on my tires
This shit mad easy
All my opps probably colorblind 'cause they can't see me
Nigga, if I use a diamond tester, that shit not beepin'
All your shit is fake and I can tell that that shit made cheaply
Why you act beefy?
Have a bitch set you up, nigga, you in love deeply
She finish, smoke a laced blunt with you, now you mad sleepy
Then we finna rob your ass blind, that was mad creepy (Alright)
[Liltae2:]
Unky ass be smokin' crack and cryin', he be sad geekin'
Straight exotic in my pack, you got the pack Greekin'
Stomped a nigga out, looked at my shoes and I see mad creases
Don't come around 'cause when I do, they say I'm mad tweakin'
Saved fifty racks just off of rappin', that was last season
I bet I up this bitch and blow, ain't gotta have a reason
Been earned my stripes in black and white, just go and ask Adidas
Grab a cup, did some dirty Sprite, pour it out the liter
Told the bitch that I'd never leave, but I gotta leave her
Told my bitch it's another bitch, so I'm not a cheater
Don't respond to your messages like I'm not a reader
I know you built to follow niggas 'cause you not a leader
Fuck a date, finna get a telly, that's where I'ma meet her
Tryna link, pull up to the trenches, that's where I'ma linger
Fuck Cuban links, might grab a pinky ring that go around the finger
