Creepin E

All these niggas think soft, we shootin' so it Ain't over, fool. Bang, send to the motherfuckin' Grave, ho. I am from dope. You want to squash it? Let's go and squash it, bitch. Hey, you want these Hoes? the location, Bitch. Me and them the joke. Motherfuckin' know. Yeah, this is Poppa, This Poppa got fuckin' niggas, popo on that seventy. I get off the dog, yeah, started it, so Ride that train. Wait, it was a silly bitch, My popo the plenty, mane. Wait a minute, some bigger D's, got some big Pocket change. Oh, oh, oh, I see the loaf. You nigga, see you next time, get the rope. Thirty round clip, clip, the bullet chamber. Thirty rounds, thirty rounds in bullet chamber. Thirty rounds, thirty rounds in in the bullet Chamber. Thirty rounds, thirty rounds in the clip, The bullet chamber. Cock the gun, pull the trigger, now you rest In Ask me once, ask twice, and I bet You I'ma it again. I'm toting all this big Shit, don't fuck with an alien. You's a packin', I'm a packin' bitch-smackin' Killer. I'm down with the freakiest, your enemy is My nigga. I'm dissing all you bitches with that Ego, nigga, you're killer. I'm down for killing for Your ho 'cause nigga, bitch is my sister. Crooked niggas, frontin' like they everything. I chill with the homicide, you know that nigga Sanity. Smoking on some dank, I put your ass In a sleep lock. Tick-tock, around the clock, See me, gotta pull my Glock. All killers in the club, all killers in The club. All killers in the club, all killers All killers In the club. All killers the club. King of the night, Motherfucker