Creeper

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Anti Da Menace - Rap

Creeper

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[Chorus] Hmm, yeah, war baby, lil' nigga I'm the one who take your soul and pour it out just like some liquor, huh Taught to never fold and shoot your gun when shit get deeper When I was thirteen, caught four 'bows, lil' bitch, I been know 'bout the reefer Haha, and plus I been knew 'bout the reaper In your window when you go to work, I'm a real deal creeper Nigga kicked me out of class, now I'ma be the one who teachin' I was fourteen shootin' out glass, spin your block about some pizza [Verse 1] Beast, boy, I feast, boy, go find me somethin' to eat, huh Step on shit for real, I might tat "murder" on my feet Since I was thirteen with that big Glock, bitch, I wanted a first-degree Switch'll make 'em dancе like TikTok, boy won't see no surgery Hah-hah-hah-hah, nigga, catch your breath Stick gon' hawk 'еm in, on God, I shoot this thirty like I'm Steph Every time I'm walkin' in, them niggas smell nothin' but some death Nigga foul me in that field and I'ma kill the fuckin' ref Real drill baby, anything I say, I seen or did I'll kill ladies, hoes better not be on no set-up shit, huh I been fuckin' hoes since doctors circumcised my dick Naw, for real, been wipin' nose since Bobby took me on that lick, bitch [Chorus] Hmm, yeah, war baby, lil' nigga I'm the one who take your soul and pour it out just like some liquor, huh Taught to never fold and shoot your gun when shit get deeper When I was thirteen, caught four 'bows, lil' bitch, I been know 'bout the reefer Haha, and plus I been knew 'bout the reaper In your window when you go to work, I'm a real deal creeper Nigga kicked me out of class, now I'ma be the one who teachin' I was fourteen shootin' out glass, spin your block about some pizza [Verse 2] I got everything I need, but, bitch, it's hella shit I want I'll still buy and Spray and chop shit up, can't say I don't They ain't tryna let bro out, I gotta buy Lil Ping a phone Free Lil Twin, he ain't do shit, gotta let that demon home, huh Rappin' 'bout that shit, but you ain't clappin' 'bout that shit If you see me in that field, lil' bitch, we got three fully sticks On that bullshit, I tell Junior take the wheel In the 'yo right now, I'm geeked as fuck, I'm on three upper pills Mama say, "Just live your life, this shit here be too short," huh Black & Mild, it calm me down, I ain't smokin' on Newport All these niggas out here in competition, drillin' the new sport I jumped off the balcony, I came a long way from that porch [Chorus] Hmm, yeah, war baby, lil' nigga I'm the one who take your soul and pour it out just like some liquor, huh Taught to never fold and shoot your gun when shit get deeper When I was thirteen, caught four 'bows, lil' bitch, I been know 'bout the reefer Haha, and plus I been knew 'bout the reaper In your window when you go to work, I'm a real deal creeper Nigga kicked me out of class, now I'ma be the one who teachin' I was fourteen shootin' out glass, spin your block about some pizza

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Credits

Writers
  • Anti Da Menace
  • Big Savage (Producer)
  • SlickDa3rd