Creepin` lyrics

Artist  : Z-ro 
Song : Creepin`



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 f/ Cl'Che



[Hook - 2x]

Creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing niggaz balls off

I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they
lifeline

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol
right now



[Z-Ro]

Creeping with my automatic, running round

Laying motherfuckers down, straight up causing
havoc any day

I done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in
my face

Claiming that I owe them something mayn, don't
let me catch no case

I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my
Nina and my sawed off

You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing
they balls off

Anybody bitch nigga don't test me, move across
your jaw like a jet ski

Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw naw

Pulling a gun on all y'all, disrespect me and
fall down

This here my neck of the woods, where you gon go
who you gon call now

Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier

And I don't need nothing, but murder music and
doja



[Hook - 2x]



[Cl'Che]

Right now I got the shit, that'll blow your balls
off

And all this hating talking down, make a bitch
wanna snatch your tongue out

I'm creepin with the sawed off, creepin on hoes
and careful what they tal'n bout

I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians
can't figure out, uh-huh

I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches
off

Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous
and she's out

In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty
click and rest

I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they
can't pass my check

That's why I'm creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a
dirt dirty killa

You heard them guerillas, we hurt you to make you
feel us

Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay
away

Cause you don't wanna fuck with Z-Ro and Cl'Che,
when we ride now



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on
me

Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to
tun up on me

I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel
Burton

Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon
have em hurting

In need of medical attention, lifting up
motherfuckers like I'm bench pressing

Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall
and then I'm ditching

Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'

Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga there
my nigga heart Lil' Ro

Picking me bitch I'm a real one, it's gonna be
hard to be takin me off the map

Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by
the way they give me dap

Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a
soldier

Military minded, clicking with the sawed off
murder music and doja



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston
streets

Me keep me sawed off, right next to me

Watching a set of bitches, show they breasts to
me

With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything

Bet I could hit a home run, nigga let me
swing

Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun

And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got
one