NMDNIK - Creep Lyrics

This bitch tryna take up all my time, ho, you can't free me from my mic, I don't give no
F*ck bout spinning blocks, The beef don't sizzle, this shit quiet, I got my legs spaced
When I fly, Twin send them shots, 4th of July, I kept my head down to get by, I cannot trust
These lil' athots, Back to the lobby, that boy a bot, I got

The fye, I'm talkin' Glock, Lil' Shawty trippin, that hoe ahh bop
Bro, send it low, I got the drop, I'm pushin' P, I'm a sucker free, can't f*ck with me
I aim for tops, boy, spin the block, I got the chop, I'm spittin' heat, I'm spittin
Hot, Bro, spit hot heat like a dragon, can't f

These hoes, already had it, Cross him up, Orlando Magic, bro, caught the
Ball like he play Madden, Made him twitch, he start reacting, I hit
His bitch, I beat ha back in, Bro, pass the beat, he told me tap in, I
Got the fye, that big hoe clappin, Late night, put that mask on, then we creep

I feel like Lil' Yachty, how I got these lil' hoes signin' to me
Grab that basket, trick or treat, I fill my candy between the teeth
Like Queen Latifah, my pockets deep, Not 4PF, but I'm a G
I'm finna take over this nigga block, But now we ain't finna meet

I ain't finna hop on that boy feat, We rap on beats, we don't pay the lease
Can't trip bout hoes, that bitch a treash, Jump off a pill, that lil' hoe geek
Like I'm a Wade, I ride with Heat, Big NMD, don't play with me
She tryna free herself from me, But I'm tryna free me from myself

I remember when I got that call, Thank God I was by myself
No way in hell, my lil' bro Gucci, He got bodies on his belt, like, no kidding
Send some shots and ask him how that hot shit feel, like, oh, really
My mind,