craig xen & kay rillo – the krypt lyrics
[hook – playa fly]
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
[verse 1 : craig xen]
ayy
creepin’ up out of that cut
burning my newport down to the b-tt
only 19 and i’m finna come up
i’ma break bread with the ones i love
living out my dream with a team that’s a must
infinite militia the only ones i trust
know it might seem like a n-gga lit up
i ain’t hit the weed or sipped lean in a month
stressed but i’m blessed and i must confess, i got god living in my chest
i’ma go hard on the beat finess
i’ma put a broad and a n-gga in check
fiend for the green i’ma need my gwap
i’ma need my team while i creep to the top
dropped on the scene when i pulled up to the lot
hoes gonna scream when a n-ggas p-ss bond
[hook – playa fly]
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
c-c-creeping out the cut, with my yams now fly want some hay
[verse 2 : kay rillo]
creepin’ in the cut
look
going out of my mind, p-ssing the time, running to get to the check
“…point?” infinite militia don’t settle for less we wrecking the game and we leaving a mess
eating these rappers and leaving the bones
all of my verses go on and on
blowing my smoke up to the ozone
they cannot deny me the fact that i’ve grown
dreads released upon the beat
k!ll these lames with honesty
and everybody wanna be the hottest n-gga in the street
they ain’t even got no heater, ever diss behind a name
throw all the bullsh-t that they claim
an animal i can’t be tamed
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