Creepin (Megamix)

Low thread you can tell by the fit

I don't need a chain when I'm backing your bitch

Black card when I'm backing a drip

A two-toned **** with a two-toned drip

Two phones **** with a two-toned bitch

Two bones on me with a two-toned switch

Don't miss low thread in this bitch

Two turn tone heavy ducking this shit like ooh

Come through

Low thread baby gotta actin' a fool

Back to the room, now she back in the mood

Give her one night only then we back in the booth

Keep still it was just my mood, yeah

Bro out, he be packing a Ruga

Get the back pockets fat like Buddha

Tryin' to blow through smoke like hookah

Tied into your crib for the weekend

Stay up all night through the creepin'

Baby off that Perky 38, she fuckin' geekin'

Why you always on my body, bitch, you fuckin' tweakin'

**** runnin' they big mouth

Talkin' bout they got big clout

Loose slips, sink ships

Tryin' to get me sent to that big house

But if I get sent up

All I'ma do is pig out

Work out a little when

Dreamin' the day I get out

But that day I get out

**** better be missin'

I'ma buy me a gun

Jump in a whip and ride around and just get it

How you ride around but don't get it?

How you trickin' but don't hit it?

All I smoke is XO

This kush got me so lifted

Shout out to them Roxas

That's everybody's small business

Big and small is your business

I just wanna know where you get em

I'm ridin' round with my sister

This is her lick, I'm just with her

We rollin' and we gassed up

And y'all **** ain't with us

Tied into your crib for the weekend

Stay up all night, do the creepin'

Baby, you out that Perky 30, yeah, she fuckin' geekin'

Why you always on my body?

Bitch, you fuckin' tweakin'

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

He like the way that I shake it, shake it

Like the way that I pop it, pop it

Bounce her ass like maracas

Make her drip like a faucet

Booty leash, I'm the toffee

Missio, I'm saucy

Yeah, my swag so flawless

Shake it, shake it

Now pop, lock, and drop it

Throw that ass, throw that ass, don't stop it

Give me the cash, you got it

It's groovy, groovy

Mike can get it, don't lose it

 Smack it, smack it

Bape, Jess, don't abuse it

Touch it, touch it

 Grippin' like we fuckin'

He like the way that I move

And everything that I do

Just keep it smooth

Tied into your crib for the weekend

Stay up all night, do the creepin'

 Baby, you out that Perky 30, yeah, she fuckin' geekin'

Why you always on my body?

Bitch, you fuckin' tweakin'

Yeah, and I might just fight for the weekend

Bad bitch wanna fight me and you know that she shakin' her ass for a demon

And I might just take her to Neiman

Burberry back, cost so many racks

Shit, I don't think I want it, I need it

Start touchin' that pape, now they fiendin'

Remember them days, I did a have shit

And them bitches was so quick to leave me

Ah, 610, shit

I'm ready to die when it's drama time

I ain't traumatized from no drive-by

Ain't pick a side, just pick a rise

 One girl and five guys

Two gas and two nights

One night can take two lives

Interactive and proactive

Run the world like a fuckin' Atlas

Time to kill this other ****

Then kill his brother ****

Then kill his mother ****

Then kill the other ****

Fuck around, Awe man down

At a clown who's gone down

Gonna be found in downtown

Fuck around, on the mound

Get found in the fuckin' ground

Y'all already know what it is, I'm back in this bitch

Can't be stopped, I'm on top

Flip flop, never ever

Do my thing and I claim the fame

When I change game and that white's the game

 on the clock, baby