“Creep Up On Ya” music video // YoungBoy Never Broke Again

“Creep Up On Ya” is a promotional single from American rapper, singer, and songwriter YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

The Official Music Video premiered January 13th 2026, via YoungBoy Never Broke Again’s official YouTube channel.

The track produced by: Mally Mall, Xclusive, Juju The Producer, Decastro.

The song written by: YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

Song: #CreepUpOnYa

Artist: #YoungBoyNeverBrokeAgain #NBAYoungBoy

Lyrics for Creep Up On Ya
Song by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

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*** you said ’bout me

Post-Chorus
P****, I’m a sliverback, yeah, you ain’t scarin’ 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 f*****’ problem? Me

Verse 1
Huh, I want the b**** for to slip ’cause I promise to knock out his mind (Comе on, let’s go)
You out your m***********’ head, onе of us gon’ die
I ain’t scared, b****, 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****, 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*** you said ’bout me

Verse 2
F*** it, you know that I’m thuggin’ (f*** it)
I bought a brand new XD for you
Shavin’ the back of the cutter, shavin’ the barrel on the shotty (f*** it, f*** 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 h*** than him, more dough than him, I’m over him, yeah
I’ma blow, I don’t know ’bout them, n****, f*** with me, makin’ sure you zip the f*** up
‘Cause I don’t know what you thinkin’, thug, but, boy, you got me f***ed up
I’m not myself on muddy drugs, I’m tellin’ you, b****, 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*** you said ’bout me (Bang, bang)

Verse 3
B****, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done
I got you, b**** (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**** 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*** you said ’bout me (Hey, hey)

Post-Chorus
P****, I’m a sliverback, yeah, you ain’t scarin’ 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 f*****’ problem? Me (Ha)

Verse 4
I’m dyin’ if I ride on the street (Ha)
In front of your child, I’ma fire (Ha)
I heard you were lookin’ 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 comin’
I got this 38 s*** from my mama, n****, I’m born to kill

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