KREEPIN’ lyrics

Glizzy whatchu cookin up

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
[?] 5 gold chains on my neck b*tch
They like the chain swang hangin from my necklace
I f*ck that b*tch and then she suck me off for breakfast
All of my n*ggas gang bangin in the section
Say "Jeremy why you be so f*ckin toxic?"
Is it because I'll take yo chains and yo wallet?
I rob the plug and I just took off with his profit
This n*gga said he'll catch me lackin oh please stop it
I'm like b*tch get the f*ck back
This pistol in my lunch bag
You n*ggas better bust back
Forever rest in piece
Take yo nine

[Bridge: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Ay you know what the f*ck goin on n*gga
What the f*ck
Got my boy with me .223Jerm
Skywok
We [?] this b*tch (damn right hoe)
Yеah ou hoe hoe hoe hoе

[Verse 2: .223Jerm]
Fifty on a gun and that b*tch be off
Take a fade from a b*tch n*gga opp
187 if they wanna call the cops
Lil b*tch give me brain lil b*tch give me jaws
Rarararara when I get p*ssed off
Run up on a n*gga like my name Chris Paul
Choppa make em [?] choppa make em crisscross
All make n*ggas in the field you might just get shot
[Verse 3: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Yeah
W-W-W-W-W-Walk with a [?]
Yeah I got stacks like Bruce Wayne
Three .40 Glocks like Max Payne
Imma leave a n*gga with max pain
.223 on his broadside
F-F-f*ck a n*gga b*tch on the wrong side
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