Get Low Creepin

I got on gym shorts , made from out that flag Like what the f*ck y'all niggas gon' do to me? I'm making y'all hoes mad You ain't gon' speed up in that lane with me My foot stay on that gas I paid my youngin' for to slide For me to slime wit us in that raq Yo, click be knowin' that I'm O.C. Got that from my daddy I've been fiendin' for some murder Catch that linen, boy, I like it I done dropped 100K On that bed, I'm livin' Lavish f*ck them boys claiming beef Shit fallin' off, I let them have it In the night time we ridin' I'm here to creep on the scene Spillin' some blood on my shoes And bullet holes in my jeans I'm fuckin' with them grave diggers Send them out, fam This shit you started with me Nigga, you gettin' no plans You say my name up in the song, could get you rolled fast He make an album, push it back and he get no cash See, I'm a slimy motherfucker smokin' dope gas I face the bitch, she see the devil, Out with no mask I got on gym shorts, made from all that flag We come thru slidin in that big truck Youngin' start that gas We make gon' pull up in that back street Glidin' like a daskie You can't go shootin', shootin' at me They said they ready for the catch me Ready for to stretch em Do them bands a lot, they broke I'm fightin' the whole industry Man, my numbers creep up on em They gettin' off her with a slide Play with me, you fuckin' die I pull up with that boy, and there you see his mama cry He pull that card and then he dead Them bullets hit his head One hand to suffer, hit his leg Then have his brother buy his bag I don't get nothin', I been tryna dig that nigga up I take your hoe and then I beat that pussy up I got on gym shorts, made from out that flag Like, what the f*ck y'all niggas gon' do to me? I'm makin' y'all hoes mad You ain't gon' speed up in that Lane' with me My foot stay on that gas I pay my youngin' for to slide for me To slime wit us in that raq