Creep Squad (feat. Yung Official & Irish Capone) - Kingzo

See now you can fuck my bitch, cause nigga i'm the shit I'll salute ya, but yall know who i'm with So try to take my shit ima shoot ya And we all lost a couple this year, so all us here with eachother I'm here with my brothers, in here with my brothers Only each other, only each other Riding round town on that same shit, niggas get changed quick You ain't seen shit I hope you got a blunt of loud, you can't hit my shit I guess im caught in the mix, riding the six Hell yea im on paper still totting the nick I promise I won't switch, You son of a bitch At 16 had a dream, we was gonna get rich We gone wake up, put the pipe on Always been on my own, But I stay strong Ack got me put in my zone, Feeling like I wanna go home But I'm out here I put that bud in my ear, I gotta see a mil one year Squad they fear, Jakes all up in our hair One of us snitch, that's rare And that's on bro, I'll ever never go broke Nigga i'll take your coat, while i froze My little nigga steve got smoked, throwing up 060 Gotta lay low, niggas ain't really your bro Only my niggas, we all some hitters Im in that glory lane, just trying to get richer Im in that glory lane, loud in my system They took my bro L'A, Man I can't even picture They took a fucking savage man, bro was a killer man Bro was going crazy, now shit done got real Fuck this rap shit, I say shit that got real bro Run up and we kill stuff, act up we gon' let it bust And lets get it, all the fu shit I ain't with it Put the Glock to his motherfucking fitted Nigga you with it, try to act like you ain't with it Put the pipe to his mouth like a dentist, on lil steve Bitch im throwing up B's, Nigga that's where I be I'm smoking on tree, Alot of fucking money on me Riding up and down Front Street Lost Pluto, feel so weak Lost a couple niggas in these cold ass streets I lost my brother, so I keep my heat Made me turn up when I see the opps tweet L'A my bro, Rob, Odee, Lil Moe, All these hoes gone go when I claim my gang Niggas never snatched my chain, out here looking for a stain Ain't no lame, ask anybody I ain't changed Niggas switch up for that chain, L's this year there in line Tweak with the guys, then you getting flat lined Take that nine free my guys, my lil bro Nine on his grind OTF my niggas they shine, top from a opp she blow my mind Keep my gun, shit real, say it on my son I'm trying to get rich in a month, for the squad Better put kush in that blunt, pour a four in that crush, i stunt I can't trust any nigga loud around his gun, that mean he ain't real at all Im a ball, lil nigga bout to do it tall, I just wanna live it all I call my bro, do a drill for the squad I go TookaK I blow so let them all know I'm a ride or die for my squad, I'm a ride or die for my squad

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