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 [Fresh Mo$$] Yeah, they call me FRESH M-O-$$ I'm killing everything like Columbine LVLY$L that's my set, bottom line Hater's try to block me, but these niggas couldn't stop my shine BXB] 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 [Nasa] 151, ? Get money, Young ratchet nigga... Boy fuck the bank, Imma' stash it nigga Money stretched long like elastic nigga S.S. Coupe come through, we fuck your main and then we pass it nigga They call me Young Nass' my nigga Diamonds shine bright like plasma nigga [Fresh Mo$$] If you're late, let me catch you up up to speed I'm the illest I'm the realest I'm in a different league, NASA please [Nasa] Yeah three chains on my neck, one watch on my wrist Gotta beat that Bentley breathless, stones all on that shit [BXB] Uh, sit back and I meditate, roll up and I levitate Bust guns never hesitate, getting money bitch I regulate [Fresh Mo$$] Nigga's wanna speculate Our future world, they yesterday [Nasa] Spending money on a escapade [BXB] Ever since young we're renegades [Hook] [Verse 9: Fresh Mo$$] We LVL, my bitch rep [Nasa] I'm twenty four-seven like quick check [BXB] Nigga's up now so we got next Give a fuck about a hater, leave a nigga to rest [Fresh Mo$$] Uh, ask around Fresco known around World gang golden child, yes a nigga holds it down [Nasa] 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 [BXB] Uh, your nigga wanna bust it open like a sesame Trying to make me fumble, that's a penalty Bitches dog food, eating up the Pedigree Health/wealth to the top, prosperity Uh, gotta level up, take a flight mentally These bitches lurking I can smell the envy Mixed with jealousy, but I ain't trying to be like Remy catching felonies Nah [Fresh Mo$$] One ounce, two strains Three's up, four chains Five cars, six bitches Seven digits, eight dames 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]