Creep Up On Ya Lyrics

Creep Up On Ya Lyrics

(Damn, Ju, you made this one?)

(Mally Mall)

(Isaiah Xclusive)

Ayy, what up, man, it's YoungBoy

.40 Glock, I creep up on you

Speak up on me, I'll run down on you

That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)

Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)

My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me

Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me

Huh, you'll get your man's whacked

I hit him, he ain't have fast feet

Two dead bodies on Channel 9, yeah

Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me

Who the fuckin' problem? Me, huh

I want the bitch for to slip 'cause I promise to knock out his mind (Come on, let's go)

You out your motherfuckin' head, one of us gon' die

You ain't scared? Bitch, look at my eyes, that pistol on side or behind when I ride

You take one shot up at this car, Blokk, stop this bitch, now it's that time (Rlrrd, rlrrd)

.40 Glock, I creep up on you

Speak up on me, I'll run down on you

That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)

Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)

My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Rlrrd, bang, bang)

Fuck it, you know that I'm thuggin' (Fuck it)

I bought a brand new XD for you

Shavin' the barrel of the cutter, shavin' the barrel on the shotty (Fuck it, fuck it)

Lil' kid, we done caught him in public

He done put his lil' life on the line, pluck him

Blow a hole through him, get close on him, stand over him, yeah

I got more hoes than him, more dough than him, I'm over him, yeah

I'ma blow, I don't know 'bout them, nigga, fuck with me, makin' sure you zipped the fuck up

'Cause I don't know what you thinkin', thug, but, boy, you got me fucked up

I'm not myself, on muddy drugs, I'm tellin' you, bitch, test your luck

.40 Glock, I creep up on you (Woah)

Speak up on me, I'll run down on you (Woah)

That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)

Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)

My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Bang, bang)

Bitch, get up (Bang, bang)

He tryna run, catch him, he done

I got you, bitch, ouu (Bang, bah)

Like I know he sweet (Blatt, blatt)

He ain't up fast as me (Blatt, blatt)

I sent a bullet at his chin (Pew-pew, flrrt), knock off his face tat'

I know this nigga sweet (On 5)

.40 Glock, I creep up on you (5)

Speak up on me, I'll run down on you (5)

That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)

Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)

My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Hey, hey)

Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me (Play, play)

You'll get your man's whacked

I hit him, he ain't have fast feet

Two dead bodies on Channel 9 (Woah)

Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me

Who the fuckin' problem? Me (Huh)

I'm dynamite, ride on the street (Huh)

In front of your child, I'ma fire (Huh)

I heard you were lookin' for me (Huh)

I'ma shoot it all up in front of my woman (Huh)

Commas on commas (Huh, huh)

I'm ready to do it, get a drop and we comin'

I got this 38 shit from my mama, nigga, I'm born to kill

Huh, hold up

I say, mic check, one-two

No, fuck that, nigga, I'm gon' stretch one and check two

I'ma pop your ass and I'ma X them, too, after, nigga

I might– ayy, we might blast 'em too, nigga, fuck you, we gon' smoke y'all up

You heard me? You know how we get down, you know how we rockin', big knots in our pockets

Big Glocks on our side, they be like Yamaha, nigga, we ain't never stoppin'

You a fuck-nigga, you a cunt, you ain't got no money anyway, you gon' get fucked up, boy

Hold up, woah, woah, woah

I can't fuck with you, nigga, you ain't this

God, protect my soul