文本歌词

Creepin - Eighted (feat. Cl’ Che’) (Explicit) - Z-Ro
Written by：Joseph Wayne McVey
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Creeping with my automatic running round
Laying motherf**kers down straight up causing havoc any day
I done gone insane in the brain motherf**kers 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 b**ch ni**a 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 gong go
Who you gong call now
Military minded I's a motherf**king soldier
And I don't need nothing but murder music and doja
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Right now I got the sh*t that'll blow your balls off
And all this hating talking down make a b**ch wanna snatch your tongue out
I'm creeping with the sawed off creeping 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 b**ches off
Making the news with headlines she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck these motherf**kers 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 ni**a 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 f**k with z ro and cl'che when we ride now
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol on me
Cause ain't no telling when a b**ch ni**a try to tun up on me
I'm coming after your camp me and my OG Darrel Burton
Thirty odd beam on the drive card that there gon have em hurting
In need of medical attention lifting up motherf**kers 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 ni**a there my ni**a heart Lil' ro
Picking me b**ch I'm a real one
It's gonna be hard to be taking 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
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Creeping with the sawed off
In a rage bo'gaurd blowing niggas balls off
I'm the reaper touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk I got my pistol right now
Creeping deep see how we rough in the Houston streets
Me keep me sawed off right next to me
Watching a set of b**ches show they breasts to me
With m o e that be money over everything
Bet I could hit a home run ni**a let me swing
Swinging wide with me sawed off shotgun
And when I pull it that's to show you that I got one