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Z-RO lyrics : "Creepin'"

(feat. Cl'Che)

[Hook x2]

Creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing ^!$$%z 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 mother$#&@ers down, straight up causing havoc any day
I done gone insane in the brain, mother$#&@ers 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 mother$#&@ing soldier
And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja


[Hook x2]


[Cl'Che]
Right now I got the %#@!, that'll blow your balls off
And all this hating talking down, make a (*##$ wanna snatch 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 (*##$es off

Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck, these mother$#&@ers 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 x2]


[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 mother$#&@ers 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 murder music and doja


[Hook x2]

[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 (*##$es, show they breasts 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

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