YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Creep Up On Ya (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Creep Up On Ya (en) Lyrics
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.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I’ll run down on you
That’s them boys out 4KT, just left
a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way
(Mama, get out the way)
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot
his Drac’ ’bout all that
shit you said ’bout me
Pussy, I’m a sliverback, yeah,
you ain’t scaring me
Huh, you get your man’s wacked
I hit him, he ain’t have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9, yeah
Who that was? Favorite rapper
dead because me
Who the fucking problem? Me
Huh, I want the b!tch for to slip
’cause I promise to knock out
his mind (Comе on, let’s go)
You out your motherfucking
head, onе of us gon’ die
I ain’t scared, b!tch, look
at my eyes, that pistol on
side behind it when I ride
You take one shot up at this car,
Blokk, stop this b!tch, now it’s
that time (Rlrrd, rlrrd)
Fuck it, you know that I’m
thugging (Fuck it)
I bought a brand new XD for you
Shaving the back of the cutter,
shaving the barrel on the
shotty (Fuck it, fuck it)
Lil’ kid, we done caught him in public
He done put his lil life
on the line, pluck him
Blow a hole through him, get close
on him, stand over him, yeah
I got more hoes than him, more dough
than him, I’m over him, yeah
I’ma blow, I don’t know ’bout them,
n!gga, fuck with me, making
sure you zip the fuck up
‘Cause I don’t know what you
thinking, thug, but, boy,
you got me fucked up
I’m not myself on muddy drügs, I’m telling
you, b!tch, test your luck
.40 Glock, I creep up on you, woah
Speak up on me, I’ll run
down on you, woah
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot
his Drac’ ’bout all that shit you
said ’bout me (Bang, bang)
B!tch, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done
I got you, b!tch (Ouu)
Like I know you sweet (Blatt, blatt)
He ain’t as fast as me (Blatt, blatt)
I sent a bullet at his chin (Pew-pew,
flrrt), knock off his face tat’
I know this n!gga sweet (On 5)
.40 Glock, I creep up on you (5)
Speak up on me, I’ll
run down on you (5)
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot
his Drac’ ’bout all that shit
you said ’bout me (Hey, hey)
You get your man’s wacked, I hit him
He ain’t have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9
Who the fucking problem? Me (Ha)
I’m dying if I ride on the street (Ha)
In front of your child, I’ma fire (Ha)
I heard you were looking for me (Ha)
I’ma shoot it all up in
front of my woman (Ha)
Commas on commas (Ha, ha)
I’m ready to do it, get
a drop and we coming
I got this 38 shit from my mama,
n!gga, I’m born to kill
Huh, hold up
I say, mic check, one-two
No, fuck that, n!gga, I’m gon’
stretch one and check two
I’ma pop your ass and I’ma
X them too after, n!gga
I might- ayy, we might blast ’em too,
n!gga, fuck you and smoke y’all up
You hear me? You know how we get
down, you know how we rocking,
big knots in our pockets
Big Glocks on our side, they
be like Yamaha, n!gga,
we ain’t never stopping
You a fuck-n!gga, you a cunt, you
ain’t got no money anyway,
you gon’ get fucked up, boy
I can’t fuck with you,
n!gga, you ain’t this
God, protect my soul
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