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creep - scotty cain lyrics

[intro]
we got lil austin on the track, b*tch i’m really with that
you know otm with it b*tch
djae in this b*tch n*gga (scotty cain)
yeah (n*gga know what up) he know
run a n*gga down ([?] his own [?])
223 [?] (we’ll bust a n*gga sh*t for real)
ain’t no survivors you caught the divers, [?] around
man f*ck a n*gga man
lil austin on tha track
mafia

[verse 1: scotty cain]
[?] hunnid, [?] be quiet somebody coming
heard [?] run up on his sh*t and start to dump him (pow pow pow pow)
[?] ’cause that b*tch went empty
swipe a b*tch for another glock, get ’em right back on the mission
i [lurkin’?] you dissin’, i’m on yo street with a 223
stalk him and run him down by the corner, put him on the [?]
you ain’t on my level with them [?] boy you under me
[?] n*gga like a [?]
i’m comin’ with a drummer, b*tch my gun a automatic
[?] whether he like burning plastic
[?] b*tches [?] yo sh*t and make you go get stitches
and this for yo n*ggas, step outside the club b*tch i’ma zip ya, f*ck it
clutch on anything i see you came with (what up)
snuck in with the forty with the d*ck ’cause they don’t search the clique
like 300 b*tch we got them forties with them thirty stick
knock yo ass if you don’t cooperate, we do some dirty sh*t
that mafia
[chorus: scotty cain]
stomped a n*gga, catch a n*gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n*gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n*gga, and catch a n*gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n*gga missing
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (bust ’em up)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (what up)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (djae)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (yeah)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (bust these n*ggas up, man)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (f*ck n*ggas up, n*gga)

[verse 2: otm djae]
[?] but i see you ain’t with that
when them forties go cl!ck*clack, yo head go splish*splash
we run off in yo sh*t i go ape with banana clips
my mind gone, i’m lost, out the cage, so stay away
make them choppas get to whackin’ and wet you up like some p*rn
i shoot to k!ll and that’s for real, my n*gga you been wrong
keep the street, a young n*gga with cream, whatchu mean
call scotty, he catch bodies, leave a young n*gga with beams
i hit l!cks and stick sh*t, get money then i flip it
i don’t rap beef i just spit sh*t
like scissors, i rip it
get zipped up, body bag
don’t make me catch one
if you catch me slippin’ i ain’t trippin’, that’s a [?]
i don’t know why these n*ggas play both sides, get tied up
like both times get hit, with four fives, oh my
i’m a real n*gga, big pistols (so don’t try)
i creep and bust you up and leave a n*gga with clothes dyed
[chorus: scotty cain]
stomped a n*gga, catch a n*gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n*gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n*gga, and catch a n*gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n*gga missing
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (bust ’em up)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (what up)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (yeah)
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n*ggas up, we creepin’ (bust these n*ggas up, n*gga)

[outro]
stomped a n*gga, catch a n*gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n*gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n*gga, and catch a n*gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n*gga missing

- scotty cain lyrics

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