Neako
Текст песни Creeping

[Hook: Neako]
I got five swisher, five dutches
A pack of papers, I'm ready to go
Riding out four deep, my young niggas 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

[Verse 2: LVLYSL]
Yeah, they call me Frenchie more dollar signs
I'm killing everything like Columbine
LVLYSL that's my set, bottom line
Hater's try to block me, but these niggas couldn't stop my shine

[Verse 3: LVLYSL]
If I ain't with my niggas, then I'm with my bitches
Inhale smoke, blowing circles to the ceiling
LVLYSL, fuck feelings
Uh, all my bitches drink the Henny' all night
Hop on top, and we rock the dick right
Ain't got the time if a bitch wanna fight
I just throw the hands up, leave the ho out of sight

[Verse 4: LVLYSL]
151, ?
Get money, I'm ratching it
Boy fuck the bank, Imma' stash it nigga
Money stretched long like elastic nigga
SS Coupe come through, we fuck your main and then we pass it nigga
They call me Young ? nigga
Diamonds shine bright like plasma nigga

[Verse 5: LVLYSL]
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

[Verse 6: LVLYSL]
Yeah three chains on my neck, one watch on my wrist

Gotta be that Bentley ? all on that shit

[Verse 7: LVLYSL]
Uh, sit back and I meditate, roll up and I levitate
Bust guns never hesitate, getting money bitch I regulate

[Verse 8: LVLYSL]
Nigga's wanna speculate
Our future world, they yesterday
Spending money on a escapade, ever since young we're renegades

[Hook]

[Verse 9: LVLYSL]
We LVL, my bitch ?
I'm twenty four-seven like quick check
Nigga's up now so we got next
Give a fuck about a hater, leave a nigga to rest
Uh, ask around Fresco known around
World gang golden child, yes a nigga holds it down

[Verse 10: LVLYSL]
Popping perc's, whylin' out, smoking dope with my wild nigga's
Paper route like a paper boy, stack my money like Yao nigga
Bet our gang getting money man, stacking money we proud nigga
LVL we up nigga, YSL we up nigga

[Verse 11: LVLYSL]
Uh, your nigga wanna bust it open like a sesame
Trying to make me ? that's a penalty
Bitches dog food, eating up the Pedigree
? to the top, prosperity
Uh, gotta level up, take a flight mentally
These bitches lurking I can smell the ambien
Mixed with jealousy, but I ain't trying to be like Remy catching felonies
Nah

[Verse 12: LVLYSL]
One ounce, two strains
Three's up, four chains
Five cars, six bitches
Seven digits, eight gangs
Top cat, nine lives
Flow sharp, like ten knives
Your main bitch is my main side
I'm trained to go and I'm ready to rob

[Hook]