Creepin'

Venom!

[Chamillionaire]

In the streets I'm peepin' game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my bigness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no mo'

Closest people to you hate

So I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Mo' money yeah mo' problems

What Biggie said it look like it true

Used to be my homeboy

But now I'm payed so they tryna sue

My garage got jaguars

My garage look like a zoo (zoo)

Middle finger up for the haters

Hope the hater here isn't you

Super cool, that's real cool

You can feel like you gotta friend

But I ain't trusting my money counter

And that's the reason I count again

You saw the forbes

(Yeah)

I'm suspicious

Thinking everybody wanna take my riches

Can't take my money out my account

'Cause my bank teller get motion sickness

Back and forth, be-back and forth

From in the streets or right back in court

Candy car built like a tank (tank)

And my crib built like a fort

Let's go to war, I ain't George bush

I promise ya'll I'm gone be prepared

Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either

And that's the reason I keep a spare

In the streets I'm peepin' game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my bigness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no mo'

Closest people to you hate

So I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

I ain't hangin' with none of ya'll

Outcast like freaked out

Win the grammy thing

Guard the family

And all of you gon leave out

If you don't like it then peace out

Look around and I see doubt

I been known to get to the presidents

Like barrack is on speed dial

Yeah it's all about me now

Don't want ya and don't need ya

You don't grind and get to the money

And you ain't hungry I won't feed ya

I ain't hangin' with no hater

No faker, no diva

I knew it big and they say they did

And tryna take my credit like stole vVsa

If it's lonely at the top (Top)

I'd rather be alone

'Cause the closest people to ya

The ones who gunna do ya wrong

Backstabbing me for a broad

I promise that I will lose no sleep

Cause Jenny Crank[1] can be your freak

But my bank account gone stay obese

In the streets I'm peepin' game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my bigness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no mo'

Closest people to you hate

So I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

(Yo Luda'! Let's go!)

[Ludacris]

Tell ya what I be doin' man ....

I be, creeping lower than low

Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro' [2]

Choking, lokin', never provoke him

And a drunk will get popped and I'll open the do'

Lungs full of smoke that means slower than slow

Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go

So I, just pull out the bazooka

(Blah)

Put a fuckin' hole in the flo'

Luda, I'm so dope wit the flow

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla doves

How much would a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Gripping on the wheel

Turn it turn it

Blow another stack

I earned it earned it

Blow another amp

Pull another tramp

Light another blunt

Burn it burn it

Flame it up

Hear my flow, I changed it up

Everybody grab your gats

And hold em, load, sock em

Lock em, cock em

And aim it up

Bang it up

Off in the sky

Catch me rollin' off in the ride

26 inches

Leave 'em defenseless

45 always tucked in the side

Open your eyes

See me cruisin'

'Cause I keep winning

And these boys keep losin'

Plus I'm, the pimp of the year

Playas is hatin' and hos is choosing

Look at all the hos you losing

Then look at all the game I got

And you can catch me creepin' on the low low

Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block!

[Chamillionaire]

In the streets I'm peepin' game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my bigness mayne

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no mo'

Closest people to you hate

So I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

[Cha-military man!]

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Holla at me haters!

• Artist:Chamillionaire
• Album:Creepin'