Creep

Lyrics

[Chorus: Booka600] I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely And this money, it won't leave me lonely Went through the pain, I was left alone Gang gang on my chain and stones And if he reaches for his headstone Then boy, swear to God, they head on Gotta watch your back, they'll creep up on you Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you Don't put that gun up on you [Verse 1: Lil Co] Ride with that blicky, won't catch me down bad Couple homies died, it had the hood sad I ain't let that slide, bullets was flyin', I had 'em hauling ass I just came home, went to the top, I got 'em all mad Heard them niggas plottin', said they gon' kill me, catch me down bad In the streets on my lonely, shit look good, but really all bad Say I been showin' too much love, the devil ain't givin' niggas free pass Shawty be mad, she love the feeling of blow up the repass Got so much anger built inside, bring up the speed bag Niggas think I can show 'em 'cause I'm gettin' money, shit, I need that Tryna let these streets go the rock, they like, "Where the weed at?" I ain't on the block no more, I ain't slingin' rock no more [Chorus: Booka600] I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely And this money, it won't leave me lonely Went through the pain, I was left alone Gang gang on my chain and stones And if he reaches for his headstone Then boy, swear to God, they head on Gotta watch your back, they'll creep up on you Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you Don't put that gun up on you [Verse 2: Yung Mal] They gon' put that gun up on you When I was broke, I knew what that money was gon' do Landmine, I done blew I had to switch my line, they got they hand out like it's cool And they was laughin' at me, I had to wear my play shoes to school But now I drip, they drool Runnin' to veggie, me and fools Trap car gon' slide, that's Von and Booka Them traps behind us filled with real shooters Get out of line, they lose it I get 'em whacked, ain't gotta spend a dime, that's how we movin' Got too many bands, but I'm not payin' for that coochie Gotta watch your back, keep it on you The second you be lackin', they be layin' on you Keep waitin' on you to fall, they be praying on you Got the gang with me, play, boy, they gon' bang on you (Iceberg) [Chorus: Booka600] I'm with the gang, they won't leave me lonely And this money, it won't leave me lonely Went through the pain, I was left alone Gang gang on my chain and stones And if he reaches for his headstone Then boy, swear to God, they head on Gotta watch your back, they'll creep up on you Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it Keep shit intact, don't let 'em run up on you Don't put that gun up on you