Creepin' - Lyrics - Z-ro

(Hook - 2x) Creeping, with the sawed off In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing *** balls off I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now (Z-Ro) Creeping with my automatic, running round Laying *** down, straight up causing havoc any day I done gone insane in the brain, *** 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 *** *** 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 gon go who you gon call now Military minded, I's a *** soldier And I don't need nothing, but *** music and doja (Hook - 2x) (Cl'Che) Right now I got the ***, that'll blow your balls off And all this hating talking down, make a *** wanna *** your tongue out I'm creepin with the sawed off, creepin 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 *** off Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out In your tape deck, these *** 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 ***, 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 *** with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me Cause ain't no telling when a *** ***, try to tun up on me I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting In need of medical attention, lifting up *** 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 *** there my *** heart Lil' Ro Picking me *** I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin 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 *** music and doja (Hook - 2x) (Z-Ro) Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets Me keep me sawed off, right next to me Watching a set of ***, show they *** to me With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything Bet I could hit a home run, *** let me swing Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one