Creepin'

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Lil Bunn

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We ain't creepin' round no where, we come to Pop Smoke wit cha
I ain't talkin' blunts bitch you fuckin wit a go getta
Triplin up that fetty, on the way to count some mo' figgas
Feelin' like T.I., you fuckin' wit a dope nigga
Creepin' round no where, we come to Pop Smoke wit cha
I ain't talkin' blunts bitch you fuckin wit a go getta
Triplin up that fetty, way to count some mo' figgas
Feelin' like T.I., you fuckin' wit a dope nigga
I said I'm rollin' strapped that's a fact
This Smith N Wesson lethal
Big 40 on ma hip for all you bitch ass niggas Creepin'
Leave em leakin', leave em sleepin'
Cause I caught these niggas peepin'
I ain't playin games no mo, now it's time that I get even
Man, I'll shoot up ya block, leave all you niggas stretched out
Put a hole in a nigga the same size as an Xbox
I'ma show you dumbass niggas why I'm the best out
You over there whinin', Bitch Say It Wit Ya Chest Now
You fuckin' wit a full pit, an I'm on that bullshit
You can get a full clip, if you wanna pull shit
No Creepin' down the block, bitch I come to set it off
Like Latifah N Pinkett, man you don't want to get involved
Cause I promise it won't end well, we on two different scales
Pop a nigga snatch up the grip, from all the Merch's sales
They taught shit was Show N Tell, well I'ma show em well
Flashin' all that money, now his ass leakin' bloody hell
We ain't creepin' round no where, we come to Pop Smoke wit cha
I ain't talkin' blunts bitch you fuckin wit a go getta
Triplin up that fetty, on the way to count some mo' figgas
Feelin' like T.I., you fuckin' wit a dope nigga
Creepin' round no where, we come to Pop Smoke wit cha
I ain't talkin' blunts bitch you fuckin wit a go getta
Triplin up that fetty, way to way to count some mo' figgas
Feelin' like T.I., you fuckin' wit a dope nigga
Here I go again it's more bullshit wit more clips
Pistola for you niggas, it'll leave you layin' stiff
When you hear these gats pop, and see sparks flyin'
Get outta dodge, Bundy on a war path no lyin'
Ya'll be runnin' off at the flippa, somethin' like what these bitches do
Talkin' bout he said and she said, the f*ck is it to you?
Nigga I'll fuckin blast you, these bullets hella fast too
I seen it with your last crew I wouldn't put it past, the way you switch up
One minute you a thug, and then you not
Bitch nigga these bullets Hot, the way they jumpin' out the Glock
Tried to tell you from the start, bitches rip yo ass apart
Going thru yo vest, breast, down to yo chest cavity
Nigga why you mad at me, I told you I'ma savage
You don't really want the static none of you niggas can handle it
Break em down dismantle em, you looking at a Champion
I'm a Westside Spitta, 700 block nigga
We ain't creepin' round no where, we come to Pop Smoke wit cha
I ain't talkin' blunts bitch you fuckin wit a go getta
Triplin up that fetty, on the way to count some mo' figgas
Feelin' like T.I., you fuckin' wit a dope nigga
Creepin' round no where, we come to Pop Smoke wit cha
I ain't talkin' blunts bitch you fuckin wit a go getta
Triplin up that fetty, way to count some mo' figgas
Feelin' like T.I., you fuckin' wit a dope nigga

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