Venom   In the streets I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my bigness mayne   I stay on the low low      Say they really really fake   Can't mess with you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo      I'm creepin' on the low 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      Mo' money yeah mo' problems   What biggy said it look like it true   Used to be my homeboy   But now I'm payed so they tryna sue   My garage got jaguars   My garage look like a 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 gotta friend   But I ain't trusting 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, b-back and forth   From in the streets or right back in court      Candy car built like a tank   And my crib built like a fort   Let's go to war, I ain't George bush   I promise ya'll I'm gone be prepared   Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either   And that's the reason I keep a spare      In the streets I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my bigness mayne   I stay on the low low      Say they really really fake   Can't mess with you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo      I'm creepin' on the low 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      I ain't hangin' with none of ya'll   Outcast like [unverified]   Win the grammy thing   Guard the family   And all of you gon leave out      If you don't like it then peace out   Look around and I see doubt   I been known to get to the presidents   Like barrack is on speed dial   Yeah it's all about me now      Don't want ya and don't need ya   You don't grind and get to the money   And you ain't hungry I won't feed ya   I ain't hangin' with no hater      No faker, no diva   I knew it big and they say they did   And tryna take my credit like stole visa   If it's lonely at the top      (Top)   I'd rather be alone   'Cause the closest people to ya   The ones who guna do ya wrong   Backstabbing me for a broad   I promise that I will lose no sleep   Cause jenny crank can be your freak   But my bank account gone stay obese      In the streets I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my bigness mayne   I stay on the low low      Say they really really fake   Can't mess with you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo      I'm creepin' on the low 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      I be, creeping lower than low   Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro   Choking, looking, never provoke him   And a drunk will get popped and I'll open the do   Lungs full of smoke that means slower than slow      Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go   So I, just pull out the bazooka   (Blah)   Put a fuckin' hole in the flo'   Luda, I'm so dope wid the flow   Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla [unverified]      How much would a wood chuck chuck   If a wood chuck could chuck wood   Gripping on the wheel   Turn it turn it   Blow another stack   I earned it earned it   Blow another [unverified]      Pull another tram   Light another blunt   Burn it burn it   Flame it up   Hear my flow, I changed it up   Everybody grab your gats      And hold em, load, sock em   Lock em, cock em   And aim it up   Bang it up   Off in the sky   Catch me rollin' off in the ride      26 inches   Leave em defenseless   45 always tucked in the side   Open your eyes   See me cruisin'      'Cause I keep winning   And these boys keep losing   Plus I'm, the pimp of the year   Playas is hatin' and hos is choosing      Look at all the hos you losing   Then look at all the game I got   And you can catch me creepin' on the low low   Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block      In the streets I'm peepin' game   I can't trust you, no no   All up in my bigness mayne   I stay on the low low      Say they really really fake   Can't mess with you no mo'   Closest people to you hate   So I be rollin' solo      I'm creepin' on the low 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