Creepin' (Solo)

[Intro]

Venom!

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

In the streets, I'm peepin' 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 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

Creepin' on the low-low, creepin' on the low-low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo, I'm creepin' on the low (Yeah!)

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]

"Mo' money and mo' problems"—

What Biggie said, it looks like it's true (True)

Used to be my homeboys

But now, I'm paid, so they tryna sue (Why?)

My garage got Jaguars (Yeah)

My garage look like a zoo (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 trustin' 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, uh, back— back and forth

I'm in the streets and right back in court (Court)

Candy car built like a tank (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 trustin' my weapon, either

And that's the reason I keep a spare, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

In the streets, I'm peepin' 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 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

Creepin' on the low-low, creepin' on the low-low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo, I'm creepin' on the low

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]

I ain't hangin' with none of y'all (Why?)

Outcast like Three-Thou' (Thou')

Win the Grammy, thank God and family

(And) all of y'all, I'm gon' leave out (Out)

You don't like it, then, peace out (Out)

Look around, and I see doubt (Doubt)

I been known to get to the presidents

Like Barack was on speed dial (Oh)

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 hangin' with no hater, no faker, no diva (I)

Do it big, and they say they did

And try to take my credit like stole Visas

If it's lonely at the top, I'd rather be alone

'Cause the closest people to you—

The ones who gonna do you wrong (Mm)

Backstabbin' me for a broad (Nah)

Promise I won't lose no sleep (Sleep)

'Cause Jenny Craig can be your freak

But my bank account gon' stay obese (Obese)

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

In the streets, I'm peepin' 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 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

Creepin' on the low-low, creepin' on the low-low (Haha, yo, Luda! Let's go!)

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo, I'm creepin' on the low

Tell you what I be doing, man (What's up? Ugh)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

I be... creepin' lower than low (Yeah)

Light another blunt, and I'm smokin' the 'dro (Yeah)

Chokin', loc-in', never provokin'

But the trunk gon' get popped, and I'll open the door (Blaow!)

Blunts full of smoke, I be slower than slow (Whoa)

Feel like I'm trapped, and it's nowhere to go (Yeah)

So I just pull out the bazooka—BLAOW!

Put a fuckin' hole in the floor (Oh)

Luda! I'm so dope with the flow

Trunk full of speakers, pocket full of dubs (Dubs)

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck—

If a woodchuck could chuck wood-grain?

Grippin' on the wheel (Wheel), turn it, turn it

Blow another sack, I earned it, earned it

Blow another amp (Amp), pull another tramp (Tramp)

Light another blunt, burn it, burn it

Flame it up! (Hey!) Hear my flow? I changed it up (Hey!)

Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em

Load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em, and aim it up (Blaow!)

Bang it up, off in the sky, catch me rollin' off in the ride (Yeah)

Twenty-six inches, leave 'em defenseless

Forty-five always tucked to the side (Ow!)

Open your eyes, see me cruising

'Cause I keep winnin' and these boys keep losin'

Plus, I'm the pimp of the year

Playas is hatin and hoes is choosin' (Yeah)

Look at all the hoes you losin' (Yup)

Then look at all the game I got (Got)

And you can catch me creepin' on the low-low

Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block! (Woo!)

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

In the streets, I'm peepin' 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 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 (Chamilitary, man!)

Creepin' on the low-low, creepin' on the low-low (Eight-three-two, five-one-four)

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo, I'm creepin' on the low (Four-seven-three-zero)

Holla at me, haters!