Creep (feat. NoSafetyLd) - DINEROO

Coke? You sleep? It's too much money out here to be snoozing nigga Every Z you catch is every dollar you miss And I put that on Putt Cmon nigga These traps need work These fiends need smoke And these hoes ain't goin smack they self We don't need to check no bitch ass niggas They self check Ben Simmons built I'll be pulling up in a minute It's time to get active He got duked for thinking he was John Wayne I ain't just ball, I taught the game, I'm like Coach K Ain't nobody did shit for me, I did my own thang Have his mama reminiscing about all the old days OG status, these not retro, these some old Jays Old freak status, yo baby mama used to run all day Always sitting under niggas, how much you make? I made the biggest bed, then I dove into where I lay Brody cheating, its like he use an aimbot You trying to horse? well you can take the same shot That's a different kinda presto, naw that ain't the same box She got a different kinda breast doe but got the same top This a different phone, new number 'cause I sim swapped I been dropping shit ever since the chip dropped Rectangles always in shape, my shit be tip-top Brody get a chop, he bounce in and he flip out When the K pop, I swear it's not BTS Now police all behind the scene, it's like BTS I'm winning without even trying, you won't even see my best Brodie aim at all tops, he won't see a vest I was really done with rapping, y'all better be thanking Cuss Dog wouldn't even take no cheese when I was thanking cuz Can't be in my section in the club with a micro snub Brody got a switch, I send a blitz and it's hole in one Chop a have his roof on fire, guess the party lit 'Bout to sweep shit up with a mop, that's a party trick 10 in each ear, I don't care how dark it get Been goated, ain't no drop off since I started this Stop saying I sound like them niggas sound like this This my real life, nigga, I can't fake this shit All I talk about is pain and money 'cause I made that shit I already know why niggas hate, 'cause the paper equipped AR happy when it sing, let's see how gay it get Really crawled through the fire, I felt like Kane and shit You take 65 per a in a day, you on some Angle shit Don't call me a rapper, I swear it's still like wrestling If it was ever a line, I had no problem crossing it See it all in their face, You can tell how them losses get This ain't Burberry, this protection pack, new balance kicks I still love 700s, but these bitches too legit You'll never see me bust a move, but I bust some moves in 'em Let 'em snake you 100 times, and you still cool with 'em Can't be around niggas, they way too feminine If they froze all my accounts, I swear I'd just get rich again 5k on Decentraland when it was less than a cent I save soon as I make, 'cause the rest get spent Bro was sad, then he got some drugs and was never sad again You used to get refund check and never got paid again You probably got some pussy once and never got laid again I'm a fan of the old Beamers and the latest Benz I told the bitch don't come if she don't bring her friends And if she want to fuck me, she got to fuck my friends This Drake'll have your head done, not your nails done Hood nigga still eat my steaks well done It ain't never real, need no gas to grill something She said she got all these feelings, but I don't feel nothin' I really made art before I came artist Flex Washington, I been the same since I started Made the bitch pay for the pretzel, I'm target I don't even be trying, and I still be the hardest He played his whole tape for me, it was garbage Damn near pulled 300k up out Marvin I don't even play, niggas be gay just like Marvin Niggas know made the best buys out of Target He got duked for thinking he was John Wayne I ain't just ball, I taught the game, I'm like Coach K Ain't nobody did shit for me, I did my own thang Have his mama reminiscing about all the old days OG status, these not retro, these some old Jays Old freak status, yo baby mama used to run all day Always sitting under niggas, how much you make? I made the biggest bed, then I dove into where I lay

(Feat. 50 Cent) (Intro: Havoc) Thats that creep Creep mode baby we in creep mode Come around here baby Shinnin like that (Havoc) Its crazy on this side, come thru gun thru Ohh ya man live out here Dont go and get comfortable Dont know what he told you, aint sweet around here And i dont care what he told you it aint sweet around here See me ridin in that infiniti, now thats not fair Whats that a two thousand and six? okay Playboy we got bombs detinate all day And you comin straight thru the hood, straight? We takin medium rare, grill to bakin us Lettin that? not? for the bait Oh You ment, you a local Guess what she bait She dont know right now but trust me the bitch bait Im gonan get all in her business cause shorty is madd cool My mans was diggen that and she a little bit national First time we catch you comin out of the buildin we snatchin you And takin whats your, first thing we askin you is... (Chorus: Havoc) Fuck brought your ass round here Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of? boy Fuck brought your ass round here This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Like niggas got somethin to live for round here (Prodigy) You ask me, all these rappers is bums Hav show me the flow and i ran wit it dun I mean really, you gotta be the most worst Rap shit i ever herd, compare to a P verse We emerge on the scene, everything seen Than stop... watch as they bling bling Nigga wanna swing swing, they must show And once we get in they ear, thats a rap broo Our songs good to go, stragiht to the radiOO Flex easy on the palm, let the niggas here the flow Of americas most, dangerous to have fans New york new york, we the kings of the thang Party too much, smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side, we only see the bad Fuck all that, thers a lot of niggas dead And i wont let em get me how they got them (Chorus: Havoc) Fuck brought your ass round here Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of? boy Fuck brought your ass round here This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Like niggas got somethin to live for round here (50 Cent) Yeah cock that, aim that, squeze that, shoot the steal Cadilac coop deville, wood grain on the wheel Cocain in the pot, baking soda, water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, thaaaats craaack Bag that, nigga stack, black hoodie, fitted hat Grimey nigga wit a gat, screamin where the money at My hood, southside, riders ride, thats riiight Ya yoooo he know, banks know, buck know Shit it aint about the dough, i aint really wit it yo Camoflauged on the low, ridin round with the heat I aint say whats up to you, nigga you dont know me Im on the griiind all time, heavy shine and the nine Clip filled to the tips, stunt ill get on some shit Different day different bitch, old hooptie new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hub caps Keep my eyes open for the niggas i done buck that! grrrrrrr (Chorus: Havoc) Fuck brought your ass round here Like you somebody lookin like you the playa of? boy Fuck brought your ass round here This Queens little homie Get caught around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Comin thru for these bitches, shit happen around here yah Fuck brought your ass round here Like niggas got somethin to live for round here