Z-Ro Creepin' feat. Cl' Che Lyrics

[Hook - 2x]
Creeping, with the sawed off
In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing n____z b____ off
I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline
Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

[Z-Ro]
Creeping with my automatic, running round
Laying m_________ers down, straight up causing havoc any day
I done gone insane in the brain, m_________ers in my face
Claiming that I owe them something mayn, don't let me catch no case
I don't really give a d___ about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off
You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing they b____ off
Anybody b____ n____ don't test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski
Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw naw
Pulling a gun on all y'all, disrespect me and fall down
This here my neck of the woods, where you gon go who you gon call now
Military minded, I's a m_________ing soldier
And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja

[Hook - 2x]

[Cl'Che]
Right now I got the s___, that'll blow your b____ off
And all this hating talking down, make a b____ wanna s_____ your tongue out
I'm creepin with the sawed off, creepin on hoes and careful what they tal'n bout
I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can't figure out, uh-huh
I'm from the South, I'm breaking these b____es off
Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out
In your tape deck, these m_________ers been duty click and rest
I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check
That's why I'm creeping with my n____, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killa
You heard them guerillas, we hurt you to make you feel us
Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away
Cause you don't wanna f___ with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me
Cause ain't no telling when a b____ n____, try to tun up on me
I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton
Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting
In need of medical attention, lifting up m_________ers like I'm bench pressing
Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching
Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'
Nickel and D slide in the do', that n____ there my n____ heart Lil' Ro
Picking me b____ I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map
Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap
Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier
Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets
Me keep me sawed off, right next to me
Watching a set of b____es, show they b______ to me
With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything
Bet I could hit a home run, n____ let me swing
Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun
And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one