Creeping - Neako, Fresh Moss, Nasa

I got five swisher, five dutches

A pack of papers, I’m ready to go

Riding out four deep, my young niggas they letting it blow

A bunch of pills, a bunch of syrup, only one car just to let you know

Where we going nobody knows

We blowing smoke, plus trained to go

We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking

We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking

We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking

We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking

Yeah, they call me FRESH M-O-$$

I’m killing everything like Columbine

LVLY$L that’s my set, bottom line

Hater’s try to block me, but these niggas couldn’t stop my shine

BXB]

If I ain’t with my niggas, then I’m with my bitches

Inhale smoke, blowing circles to the ceiling

LVLYSL, fuck feelings

Uh, all my bitches drink the Henny' all night

Hop on top, and we rock the dick right

Ain’t got the time if a bitch wanna fight

I just throw the hands up, leave the ho out of sight

Get money, Young ratchet nigga…

Boy fuck the bank, Imma' stash it nigga

Money stretched long like elastic nigga

S.S. Coupe come through, we fuck your main and then we pass it nigga

They call me Young Nass' my nigga

Diamonds shine bright like plasma nigga

If you’re late, let me catch you up up to speed

I’m the illest I’m the realest

I’m in a different league, NASA please

Yeah three chains on my neck, one watch on my wrist

Gotta beat that Bentley breathless, stones all on that shit

Uh, sit back and I meditate, roll up and I levitate

Bust guns never hesitate, getting money bitch I regulate

Nigga’s wanna speculate

Our future world, they yesterday

Spending money on a escapade

Ever since young we’re renegades

We LVL, my bitch rep

I’m twenty four-seven like quick check

Nigga’s up now so we got next

Give a fuck about a hater, leave a nigga to rest

Uh, ask around Fresco known around

World gang golden child, yes a nigga holds it down

Popping perc’s, whylin' out, smoking dope with my wild nigga’s

Paper route like a paper boy, stack my money like Yao nigga

Bet our gang getting money man, stacking money we proud nigga

LVL we up nigga, YSL we up nigga

Uh, your nigga wanna bust it open like a sesame

Trying to make me fumble, that’s a penalty

Bitches dog food, eating up the Pedigree

Health/wealth to the top, prosperity

Uh, gotta level up, take a flight mentally

These bitches lurking I can smell the envy

Mixed with jealousy, but I ain’t trying to be like Remy catching felonies

Nah

One ounce, two strains

Three’s up, four chains

Five cars, six bitches

Seven digits, eight dames

Top cat, nine lives

Flow sharp, like ten knives

Your main bitch is my main side

I’m trained to go and I’m ready to rob