KreepStreet

[Verse 1]
On my way to Dro's, rappin', rappin' real slow
Got a bag full of caps, and I'm ready for the show
Reppin', reppin' SOLO, all friends turn to foe
Ask 'em all and they know ILL BiZ be a pro
But they just can't hang, always beggin', tryin' to borrow
But a homie makin' so many moves, hard to follow
Got a bitch, and she swallowin' my dick, 'til it's hollow
Make a move on her, try, she will stick you like Apollo

[Chorus]
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12, 12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12, 12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, don't hit the blunt

[Verse 2]
I'm the cracka who rappin' and snappin' on beats
While the bass in your trunk hit you clean out your seat
You can blame it on me, 'cause I'm all that you see
When the lights go out, see that gold in my teeth
See you dissin' on me but you chillin' in your momma's livin' room
Beggin' for ends, and playin' pretend
You don't get no pussy but play with your hand
Shouts out to my fans, that reppin' my set
I love y'all to death, even the haters be startin' to rep
Say what you wanna, you noddin' your head
You come to my show and you put up your hands
And try to make friends, I'll spit in your face
Makin' a scene, 'cause I'm runnin' the place
Stompin' you out, makin' the bouncers take you out
While I finish my drink, bitch

[Interlude]
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, don't hit the blunt
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12, 12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk, 12, 12's in the trunk
Got the 12's in the trunk, turn it up and let 'em bump
Fuck a homie if he slump, chump, don't hit the blunt

[Verse 3]
If you ain't fuckin' with my set, get the fuck out the donk
Fuckin' up the rotation, 'cause you tryin' to take a bump
Now you got that coke powder on my seats, better leave
Or believe, I will throw you out the back, test me
Cops fucked my life up, slapped me with a charge
I'm not tryin' to see no lights flashin' right behind my car
Never kick it with a narc, 'cause you just never know
Who follow the code, so I stay S-O-L-O