Creep On Em lyrics

[Intro: Yung9ine Dro]
Huh
Go
(Ooh, 9ine Block Records)
b*tch, look

[Verse 1: Yung9ine Dro]
I just want the money, f*ck the fame and the recognition
Baby, if I f*ck, the whole gang gotta hit it
Couple shots from the Drac', look like a bear done bit him
I been tryna keep my cool, but I can't stand these n*ggas
I know I'm humble, but I turn into a demon when you rile me up
My name got brought up on the news, they tryna lock me up
I got a gun for my friends that turned foe, they tryna pop me up
I just dropped two pills in my pop, now we sippin' on a Roxy cup
n*gga, me and your b*tch did a lot of stuff
That pus*y good, if she don't answer, then I'm poppin' up
And I'm out on bond, got tired of COs screamin', "Lock it up"
I f*cked up a whole half a brick, it wasn't lockin' up
b*tch, shut thе f*ck up and come top me up
And evеry time I f*ck, I wear a glove, 'cause I can't knock her up
I grew up eatin' ramen, now it's lobster for lunch
I got this sh*t off the block, this sh*t ain't come from no punch
I take risks 'bout that paper, I'm on the road with some drugs
I got Adderalls, boy, and a whole lot of bud
Couldn't get in with that ten milli', so I snuck in the snub
Goddamn, this b*tch a freak, she tryna f*ck in the club
First you put your mask on, creep on 'em, up that heat on 'em
How you get shot and ain't do sh*t? It must ain't mean nothin'
Just like Steph, my n*ggas shootin', they all got the green button
And they be quick to turn a white tee red for some green money
My b*tch f*ck b*tches too, let's have a threesome
How this b*tch pus*y so tight when she had three sons?
He ain't check the 'bows when he bought 'em, but ain't no refunds
I bought my b*tch a new body and she ain't need one, nah
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Been sellin' eighthies out the 'bow bag, now I got weed crumbs
I just f*cked a b*tch, then I tricked on her and got her feet done
Started beatin' her sh*t down at one o'clock, and now it's three somethin'
If I cheat, I'm just horny, if she cheat, that sh*t mean somethin'
That b*tch startin' to like a n*gga
Beat it from the back like plumber crack and the pipe was with me
I'm sellin' dog with my dog with me, they both be bitin' n*ggas
Body shots from the four-five look like Tyson hit you
Oh, you want a Scat? Give me forty-five for the striker engine
Kicked a lil' n*gga out the gang 'cause he ain't had no fighter in him
Ridin' with a Glock and a Drac', can't even buy no pistol
Got flicked, now I'm lookin' dumb as hell tryna hide them b*tches
I'm with Lil Lik throwin' money at the hoes on the Eastside
Two Glocks with thirty clips on 'em, look like the peace sign
Pockets knotted up like I was f*ckin' with a beehive
We run the M block, I'm finna snatch it off the street sign, n*gga

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce
(Ooh, 9ine Block Records)