Creep (feat. Que Banz)

Creep, yeah, just keep it on the down low

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Uh, uh, yeah, creep, I put your bitch in the drop

Now this **** mad 'cause I fucked his bitch, he willin' to die for a thot

You can try and do that, but I keep a blick, think twice 'fore you rush in the spot

And you better not trip, 'cause you could get hit, these bullets'll knock off his top

She left you for me 'cause she said that the sex wasn't good, know you wasn't doin' it right

She got you stressin' the decks, now you stuck in the hood, mad about losin' your wife

Whenever I call, she get me right, she doin' that thing that I like

You cross that line and that's your life, I'ma walk him down and off the pipe

Uh, uh, yeah, creep

I gotta think for these hoes (I do)

They do the most when they gettin' drunk or puttin' that shit in they nose

She think it's hell, got a BBL, can't even fit in them clothes

She can't

These **** driftin', they out here trickin', I just put dick in these hoes

Uh, uh, yeah, creep

Keep it a buck with a ****

A hunnid

You got a man, oh, he might get shot if he try to run up on a ****

Bang

He live in your crib, y'all got two kids, I know you stuck with a ****

Damn

He killin' you long, he went through your phone, now he know you fuckin' a ****

Uh, uh, yeah, creep, I put your bitch in the drop

Now this **** mad 'cause I fucked his bitch, he willin' to die for a thot

You can try and do that, but I keep a blick, think twice 'fore you rush in the spot

And you better not trip, 'cause you could get hit, these bullets'll knock off his top

She left you for me 'cause she said that the sex wasn't good, know you wasn't doin' it right

She got you stressin' the decks, now you stuck in the hood, mad about losin' your wife

Whenever I call, she get me right, she doin' that thing that I like

You cross that line and that's your life

I'ma walk him down and off the pipe

Uh, uh, yeah, creep, man, I can't believe these hoes

I treat 'em like nothin', that's in the discussion, man, I bet we feed these hoes

They probably need these hoes, they tryna see these hoes

That ain't how I'm comin', if these **** want it, I grip on my heat and throw

Uh, uh, yeah, creep, you gotta move tight with a ****

If he callin' your phone, you better not pick up, ignore and get back to the ****

Do whatever it takes, tell him a lie, go 'head and cop to the ****

And it better go right, 'cause if shit go left, I'ma wind up whacking a ****

Uh, uh, yeah, creep, I put your bitch in the drop

Now this **** mad 'cause I fucked his bitch, he willin' to die for a thot

You can try and do that, but I keep a blick, think twice 'fore you rush in the spot

And you better not trip, 'cause you could get hit, these bullets'll knock off his top

She left you for me 'cause she said that the sex wasn't good, know you wasn't doin' it right

She got you stressin' the decks, now you stuck in the hood, mad about losin' your wife

Whenever I call, she get me right, she doin' that thing that I like

You cross that line and that's your life, I'ma walk him down and off the pipe

Uh, uh, yeah, creep, I put your bitch in the drop

Now this **** mad 'cause I fucked his bitch, he willin' to die for a thot

You can try and do that, but I keep a blick, think twice 'fore you rush in the spot

And you better not trip, 'cause you could get hit, these bullets'll knock off his top

She left you for me 'cause she said that the sex wasn't good, know you wasn't doin' it right

She got you stressin' the decks, now you stuck in the hood, mad about losin' your wife

Whenever I call, she get me right, she doin' that thing that I like

You cross that line and that's your life, I'ma walk him down and off the pipe

Creep, yeah, just keep it on the down low

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