Creep Up On Ya Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again | from Slime Cry

Read the full Creep Up On Ya lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again from the album Slime Cry along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Youngboy Never Broke Again’s music, you can also explore Know My Name and Baby Boo, two other songs by Youngboy Never Broke Again.

[Intro]
(Damn, Ju, you made this one?)
(Mally Mall)
(Isaiah Xclusive)
Ayy, what up, man, it’s YoungBoy

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I’ll run down on you
That’s them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot his Drac’ ’bout all that s*it you said ’bout me

[Post-Chorus]
Pu*sy, I’m a sliverback, yeah, you ain’t scaring me
Huh, you get your man’s wacked
I hit him, he ain’t have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9, yeah
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fu*king problem? Me

[Verse 1]
Huh, I want the b!tch for to slip ’cause I promise to knock out his mind (Comе on, let’s go)
You out your motherfu*king head, onе of us gon’ die
I ain’t scared, b!tch, look at my eyes, that pistol on side behind it when I ride
You take one shot up at this car, Blokk, stop this b!tch, now it’s that time (Rlrrd, rlrrd)

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I’ll run down on you
That’s them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot his Drac’ ’bout all that s*it you said ’bout me

[Verse 2]
Fu*k it, you know that I’m thugging (Fu*k it)
I bought a brand new XD for you

Shaving the back of the cutter, shaving the barrel on the shotty (Fu*k it, fu*k it)
Lil’ kid, we done caught him in public
He done put his lil life on the line, pluck him
Blow a hole through him, get close on him, stand over him, yeah
I got more hoes than him, more dough than him, I’m over him, yeah
I’ma blow, I don’t know ’bout them, n!gga, fu*k with me, making sure you zip the fu*k up
‘Cause I don’t know what you thinking, thug, but, boy, you got me fu*ked up
I’m not myself on muddy drügs, I’m telling you, b!tch, test your luck

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you, woah
Speak up on me, I’ll run down on you, woah
That’s them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot his Drac’ ’bout all that s*it you said ’bout me (Bang, bang)

[Verse 3]
B!tch, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done
I got you, b!tch (Ouu)
Like I know you sweet (Blatt, blatt)
He ain’t as fast as me (Blatt, blatt)
I sent a bullet at his chin (Pew-pew, flrrt), knock off his face tat’
I know this n!gga sweet (On 5)

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you (5)
Speak up on me, I’ll run down on you (5)
That’s them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil’ bro hopped out to shoot his Drac’ ’bout all that s*it you said ’bout me (Hey, hey)

[Post-Chorus]
Pu*sy, I’m a sliverback, yeah, you ain’t scaring me
You get your man’s wacked, I hit him
He ain’t have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fu*king problem? Me (Ha)

[Verse 4]
I’m dying if I ride on the street (Ha)
In front of your child, I’ma fire (Ha)
I heard you were looking for me (Ha)
I’ma shoot it all up in front of my woman (Ha)
Commas on commas (Ha, ha)
I’m ready to do it, get a drop and we coming
I got this 38 s*it from my mama, n!gga, I’m born to kill

[Outro]
Huh, hold up
I say, mic check, one-two
No, fu*k that, n!gga, I’m gon’ stretch one and check two
I’ma pop your ass and I’ma X them too after, n!gga
I might- ayy, we might blast ’em too, n!gga, fu*k you and smoke y’all up
You hear me? You know how we get down, you know how we rocking, big knots in our pockets
Big Glocks on our side, they be like Yamaha, n!gga, we ain’t never stopping
You a fu*k-n!gga, you a c*nt, you ain’t got no money anyway, you gon’ get fu*ked up, boy
Oh-oh-oh
I can’t fu*k with you, n!gga, you ain’t this
God, protect my soul