• Verse 1-
    Yo I creep when I crept, and I crept when I creep.
    When you hear my name, zac, you betta know I don't sleep.
    Betta know I'm rollin deep, and know my stealth level,
    And how I don't make, Not a mothaf***in peep.
    And you betta know, when you f***ing step to me,
    Your stepping to a nineteen year old, just turned forty-three.
    Holdin two mac 11's, clips I carry sixteen,
    But if you eva get to know me, you know I'm not mean.
    You know I stay clean, and I roll with a team,
    And I neva want no trouble, cuz it's trouble I can bring,
    With the sound of a ding, and a dong, then your gone,
    Blown to the f***in floor by a baby powder bomb.
    Then slowly you'll watch, as I kill your f***in mom,
    And discover that your girlfriend is wearing a f***in thong,
    But I'm not gonna touch, Just kill and blood spill,
    Cuz you stole my f***in soul, now your goin straight to hell.

    Chorus
    (so don't test the lives that determine the rest, cuz no matter what, n****, there will
    neva be a best) mad 2

    Verse-2
    I just sit in your house, and post up in wait,
    for the perfect f***in time, to drop the f***in gate,
    you might be standin there, but I was purposely late,
    Cuz I was takin-care-of-the-mothaf*****-you f***in hate.
    and I'm sorry I was born, with this strong of a trait,
    but when it comes to gettin people off the street I'm not late,
    and I don't f***in hate, against any motherf***er,
    less you trying to f*** me over, or trying to be a sucker,
    It's the truth I f***in spit, from mothaf***in CT,
    16th Street,,, is where I mothaf***in be,
    and if you see me? you best know I'm rollin deep,
    cuz I'm creepin when I'm creptin, and I'm creptin when I creep.

    Chorus x2