"CREEPIN" lyrics
I'm creepin', trick-or-treatin', this ain't Halloween, huh
I'm creepin', trick-or-treatin', this ain't Halloween, mask up, shorty ain't findin' me
Break in and enter the back of the bank with my pistol, I really don't need team
Creep while you sleepin' and take your prescriptions, I serve it all back to the damn fiends
I'm servin' on ketamine, tranquilize at 17
Bank the problem, cash clean, keep that shit inside my jeans
Flex that shine inside my genes, late at night I need my cream
Doja or London pound cake? I get in a bad mood when I'm not smokin' runtz
I get in a bad mood when I don't mix my blunt, [?]
It's 11 p.m., ain't ate breakfast or lunch, but I still need my weed, smokin' on Captain Crunch, huh
Creepin' while you sleepin', trigger reaping, got my lights slow
She the one gaslighting, but she love the same cycle
What would you do if your shorty a ten, but the mattress is on the damn floor?
What would you do if your shorty had virus and she got it? Word to my damn bro
I was out class, sent from school to the trap with the trappers that told you you can't go
I got attachments and tools on the choppa, it go everywhere that I can't go
I'm creepin', trick-or-treatin', this ain't Halloween, mask up, shorty ain't findin' me
Break in and enter the back of the bank with my pistol, I really don't need team
Creep while you sleepin' and take your prescriptions, I serve it all back to the damn fiends
I'm servin' on ketamine, tranquilize at 17
Bank the problem, cash clean, keep that shit inside my jeans
They be like, "Joey, you never go out"
That's 'cause if I go out, then I'm bringin' my chop
That's 'cause if I go out, then somebody get dropped
That's 'cause if I go out, then I go out in dark
If I go out, then I need me a blunt just to spark 'cause I don't wanna smoke none of you niggas
I need to stay at the crib 'cause I'm way too distracted, I'm makin' these eight type of figures
I'm gonna brrt, I'm gonna pull up and creep on your block
I'm gonna brrt, I'm gonna pull up and creep on your street, huh
I'm creepin', trick-or-treatin', this ain't Halloween, mask up, shorty ain't findin' me
Break in and enter the back of the bank with my pistol, I really don't need team
Creep while you sleepin' and take your prescriptions, I serve it all back to the damn fiends
I'm servin' on ketamine, tranquilize at 17
Bank the problem, cash clean, keep that shit inside my jeans
Flex that shine inside my genes, late at night I need my cream
Doja or London pound cake? I get in a bad mood when I'm not smokin' runtz
I get in a bad mood when I don't mix my blunt, [?]
It's 11 p.m., ain't ate breakfast or lunch, but I still need my weed, smokin' on Captain Crunch, huh
Creepin' while you sleepin', trigger reaping, got my lights slow
She the one gaslighting, but she love the same cycle
What would you do if your shorty a ten, but the mattress is on the damn floor?
What would you do if your shorty had virus and she got it? Word to my damn bro
I was out class, sent from school to the trap with the trappers that told you you can't go
I got attachments and tools on the choppa, it go everywhere that I can't go
I'm creepin', trick-or-treatin', this ain't Halloween, mask up, shorty ain't findin' me
Break in and enter the back of the bank with my pistol, I really don't need team
Creep while you sleepin' and take your prescriptions, I serve it all back to the damn fiends
I'm servin' on ketamine, tranquilize at 17
Bank the problem, cash clean, keep that shit inside my jeans
They be like, "Joey, you never go out"
That's 'cause if I go out, then I'm bringin' my chop
That's 'cause if I go out, then somebody get dropped
That's 'cause if I go out, then I go out in dark
If I go out, then I need me a blunt just to spark 'cause I don't wanna smoke none of you niggas
I need to stay at the crib 'cause I'm way too distracted, I'm makin' these eight type of figures
I'm gonna brrt, I'm gonna pull up and creep on your block
I'm gonna brrt, I'm gonna pull up and creep on your street, huh
