Creepin' (Solo) [feat. Ludacris]

Venom

In the streets I'm peeping game

I can't trust you, no, no

All up in my business, man

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no more

Closest people to you hate

So I be rolling solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

More money, yeah, more problems

What Biggie said, it look like it's true

Used to be my homeboy

But now I'm paid, so they tryna sue

My garage got Jaguars

My garage look like a zoo

Middle finger up for the haters

Hope the hater here isn't you

Super cool, that's real cool

You can feel like you got a friend

But I ain't trusting my money counter

And that's the reason I count again

You saw the Forbes (Yeah)

I'm suspicious

Thinking everybody wanna take my riches

Can't take my money out my account

'Cause my bank teller get motion sickness

Back and forth, b-back and forth

I'm in the streets and right back in court

Candy car built like a tank

And my crib built like a fort

Let's go to war, I ain't George Bush

I promise y'all I'm gon' be prepared

'Cause I ain't trusting my weapon, either

And that's the reason I keep a spare

In the streets I'm peeping game

I can't trust you, no, no

All up in my business, man

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no more

Closest people to you hate

So I be rolling solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

I ain't hanging with none of y'all

Outkast like three thou

Win the Grammy, thank God and family

And all of y'all I'm gon' leave out

You don't like it, then peace out

Look around and I see doubt

I been known to get to the presidents

Like Barack is on speed dial

Yeah, it's all about me now

Don't want you and don't need you

You don't grind and get to the money

And you ain't hungry, I won't feed you

I ain't hanging with no hater

No faker, no diva

I do it big and they say they did

And try to take my credit like stole Visa

If it's lonely at the top (Top)

I'd rather be alone

'Cause the closest people to you

The ones who gonna do you wrong

Backstabbing me for a broad

I promise I will lose no sleep

'Cause Jenny Craig can be your freak

But my bank account gon' stay obese

In the streets I'm peeping game

I can't trust you, no, no

All up in my business, man

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no more

Closest people to you hate

So I be rolling solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

I be creeping lower than low

Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro

Choking, loccing, never provoking

But the trunk'll get popped and I'll open the door

Blunts full of smoke, I be slower than slow

Feel like I'm chopped and it's nowhere to go

So I just pull out the bazooka (Blow)

Put a fucking hole in the floor

Luda, I'm so dope with the flow

Trunk full of speakers, pocket full of dubs

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck could chuck wood grain?

Gripping on the wheel, turn it, turn it

Blow another stack, I earned it, earned it

Blow another amp, pull another tramp

Light another blunt, burn it, burn it

Flame it up, hear my flow

I changed it up

Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em

Load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em, and aim it up

Bang it up, off in the sky

Catch me rolling off in the ride

Twenty-six inches, leave 'em defenseless

Forty-five always cut to the side

Open your eyes, see me cruising

'Cause I keep winning and these boys keep losing

Plus I'm the pimp of the year

Players is hating and hoes is choosing

Look at all the hoes you losing

Then look at all the game I got

And you can catch me creepin' on the low low

Luda riding solo, beating the block

In the streets I'm peeping game

I can't trust you, no, no

All up in my business, man

I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake

Can't mess with you no more

Closest people to you hate

So I be rolling solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low low

Creepin' on the low low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low