Neako - Creeping lyrics

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Neako - Creeping lyrics

[Hook: Neako] I got five swisher, five dutches A pack of papers, I'm ready to go Riding out four deep, my young n***as 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 [Fresh Mo$$] Yeah, they call me FRESH M-O-$$ I'm k**ing everything like Columbine LVLY$L that's my set, bottom line Hater's try to block me, but these n***as couldn't stop my shine BXB] If I ain't with my n***as, then I'm with my b**hes Inhale smoke, blowing circles to the ceiling LVLYSL, f** feelings Uh, all my b**hes drink the Henny' all night Hop on top, and we rock the dick right Ain't got the time if a b**h wanna fight I just throw the hands up, leave the ho out of sight [Nasa] 151, ? Get money, Young ratchet n***a... Boy f** the bank, Imma' stash it n***a Money stretched long like elastic n***a S.S. Coupe come through, we f** your main and then we pa** it n***a They call me Young Na**' my n***a Diamonds shine bright like plasma n***a [Fresh Mo$$] If you're late, let me catch you up up to speed I'm the illest I'm the realest I'm in a different league, NASA please [Nasa] Yeah three chains on my neck, one watch on my wrist Gotta beat that Bentley breathless, stones all on that sh** [BXB] Uh, sit back and I meditate, roll up and I levitate Bust guns never hesitate, getting money b**h I regulate [Fresh Mo$$] n***a's wanna speculate Our future world, they yesterday [Nasa] Spending money on a escapade [BXB] Ever since young we're renegades [Hook] [Verse 9: Fresh Mo$$] We LVL, my b**h rep [Nasa] I'm twenty four-seven like quick check [BXB] n***a's up now so we got next Give a f** about a hater, leave a n***a to rest [Fresh Mo$$] Uh, ask around Fresco known around World gang golden child, yes a n***a holds it down [Nasa] Popping perc's, whylin' out, smoking dope with my wild n***a's Paper route like a paper boy, stack my money like Yao n***a Bet our gang getting money man, stacking money we proud n***a LVL we up n***a, YSL we up n***a [BXB] Uh, your n***a wanna bust it open like a sesame Trying to make me fumble, that's a penalty b**hes dog food, eating up the Pedigree Health/wealth to the top, prosperity Uh, gotta level up, take a flight mentally These b**hes lurking I can smell the envy Mixed with jealousy, but I ain't trying to be like Remy catching felonies Nah [Fresh Mo$$] One ounce, two strains Three's up, four chains Five cars, six b**hes Seven digits, eight dames Top cat, nine lives Flow sharp, like ten knives Your main b**h is my main side I'm trained to go and I'm ready to rob [Hook]