Kreep (feat. cree & sageisnotreal)

Creep Creep

Creep Creep

That’s yo bitch

You ion know how she creep

Slut her out

**** know she a freak

Getting head in the back of the seat

Fuck her up when he hit it on beat

She was slick but her **** low-key

He had studied the art of the creep

Ski mask and the stick in the bag

This bitch finna to go out sad

He was quiet when he had to creep

He was mad but he ain’t make peep

Kick the door in and sprayed up scene

They’d be here if they didn’t creep

Creep Creep

Creep Creep

Creep Creep

Creep Creep

They taking pills to overdose

While I been

Fucking hoes

And getting dough

My pocket

Standing tall bout

6’4

I switch my flow

More than I switch my clothes

I guess that’s what happens

You been trapping for so long

Foot on they neck

Fuck I’ll em a coma

Serving the coke

and not takin the cola

I got boulders

More like moutains of motion

Gimme a couple years I’ll beat Beyoncé

I don’t just rap

Can’t trap me into one lane

Dirty cocaine what you could call me cause im laced with game

Like im selling propane

My shit gas

no brakes

Real rap

No fakes

Hank hill

Oh Bobby this man is Insane

He damaged the Brain

He pencil his pain

The best in game

I’m the best in the game

Creep Creep

Creep Creep

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Creep Creep