Credits

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Izzpot
Izzpot
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Pressplay
Pressplay
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Izzpot
Izzpot
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
iLL BLU
iLL BLU
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Creep, creep, creep (iLL BLU)
(Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know? It sounds cold)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, my lil' bro got nicked for my drill
GBH with intention
I got nicked for a H-O-M-icide,
the feds called me for a question
Step in the party, feel the aroma
Barbies wanna pree man for attention
Wrong
I don't want love and affection
Long
I just want different selections
My bro spent 9k in a day
I just spent nine racks in a week
If I never went jail four times in a row, then I would've been out in city, it's peak
Been out here for a week
No more receipts, bariis and canteen sheets
We ain't sortin' shit, just pepper the beef
Or I'll wave this wand with elegancy
Them man can't shoot, they aim at the sky first
I'm pissed at Danny cah all now still ain't done me a Lightwork
But it weren't his fault, I was in jail,
So when I stepped out, man had to lay my verse
So we sing on switch, it's featured,
They didn't know that the kid was diverse
[Verse 3]
Ayy, fuck that
[Verse 4]
Spot that, who's that?
Fat Joe, lean back
Two car, six man
Four shanks, three waps
Eight shots, one drop
Three fled, one lost
Neighbours wake up
Gunshot, alarm clock
Live-o, park up
One swing, red top
I put the dots at the top of his canerows
God said no, so it didn't dump off
The scars that I gave made a man jump off
[Verse 5]
I missed out on a hundred bags last August
This year, I missed out on 150
The label's tellin' bro that I'm Gucci
I ain't gotta worry 'bout when I come home
Seen a man not make it home to his mother
But like B-Lovee, if you know then you know
And I ain't gotta say names on tracks
Just go ask my opps what I do on the road
I'm slidin' school time
Watch out for the infants
If it ain't face shot, aim at his headback
Zigzags lookin' like Lisa Simpson
Lord, have mercy, I need forgiveness
Hands on rams, that's funny
My bro has eyes all over the district
Professor X, I ain't gotta move this work
Tryna hit a man's chest from a distance
Had to ask my man where he's from
I'm still pissed cah he never answered honestly
Anywhere that I see these yutes
That's front open like old school wallabies
A bitch said that she needs some space
She must be talkin' astronomy
Izzpot, man, you're always likin' my pics
Why can't you just follow me?
I caught a case, came out, went in, came out
Don't you find that out of this world?
I'm stuck in this cell, this weather is well
My dumb neighbour keeps pressin' his bell, it's long
Been a year since my man's gone
Instead of ridin', they're releasin' songs
Oh God, me and Amz had juice on our tops
It was two vs seven, he still got chopped
In the field, lost my fizz
I can't lie, I was pissed
But I can't complain, I could've been out and high like Drizz
In the field, I got spun
I can't lie, I was pissed
But I can't complain, I could've been out and high like Drizz
[Verse 6]
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Written by: Izzpot
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