Creep - Booka600, Yung Mal, Lil Co

I’m with the gang, they won’t leave me lonely

And this money, it won’t leave me lonely

Went through the pain, I was left alone

Gang gang on my chain and stones

And if he reaches for his headstone

Then boy, swear to God, they head on

Gotta watch your back, they’ll creep up on you

Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it

Keep shit intact, don’t let 'em run up on you

Don’t put that gun up on you

Ride with that blicky, won’t catch me down bad

Couple homies died, it had the hood sad

I ain’t let that slide, bullets was flyin', I had 'em hauling ass

I just came home, went to the top, I got 'em all mad

Heard them niggas plottin', said they gon' kill me, catch me down bad

In the streets on my lonely, shit look good, but really all bad

Say I been showin' too much love, the devil ain’t givin' niggas free pass

Shawty be mad, she love the feeling of blow up the repass

Got so much anger built inside, bring up the speed bag

Niggas think I can show 'em 'cause I’m gettin' money, shit, I need that

Tryna let these streets go the rock, they like, «Where the weed at?»

I ain’t on the block no more, I ain’t slingin' rock no more

I’m with the gang, they won’t leave me lonely

And this money, it won’t leave me lonely

Went through the pain, I was left alone

Gang gang on my chain and stones

And if he reaches for his headstone

Then boy, swear to God, they head on

Gotta watch your back, they’ll creep up on you

Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it

Keep shit intact, don’t let 'em run up on you

Don’t put that gun up on you

They gon' put that gun up on you

When I was broke, I knew what that money was gon' do

Landmine, I done blew

I had to switch my line, they got they hand out like it’s cool

And they was laughin' at me, I had to wear my play shoes to school

But now I drip, they drool

Runnin' to veggie, me and fools

Trap car gon' slide, that’s Von and Booka

Them traps behind us filled with real shooters

Get out of line, they lose it

I get 'em whacked, ain’t gotta spend a dime, that’s how we movin'

Got too many bands, but I’m not payin' for that coochie

Gotta watch your back, keep it on you

The second you be lackin', they be layin' on you

Keep waitin' on you to fall, they be praying on you

Got the gang with me, play, boy, they gon' bang on you (Iceberg)

I’m with the gang, they won’t leave me lonely

And this money, it won’t leave me lonely

Went through the pain, I was left alone

Gang gang on my chain and stones

And if he reaches for his headstone

Then boy, swear to God, they head on

Gotta watch your back, they’ll creep up on you

Got a little semi MAC with a lot up on it

Keep shit intact, don’t let 'em run up on you

Don’t put that gun up on you