CREEPIN

I can't stand a stupid bitch that talk a lot

I just rub my hands together when I plot

**** lukewarm well bitch I'm hot

I don't gang bang but I don't call the cops

I just handle problems watching bodies drop

Mathematician smell the carcass as it rots

Now I gotta wipe the mess up with a mop

Will he make it to the gates? Well probably not

Dirty lil jit but he clean

Hop out the scene

Ain't no telling what he doing

Ain't gotta flex Ima fiend

Bitch can I get a free hit

I just love the thrill when I'm booted

I could see what's up without the hush

The millies and the thirties I'm falling back into fuck shit

Why? **** done told me to never touch shit

I've been losing faith in myself since I was a young jit, ay

Ay ay look

40 on my belly you know I'ma bust that

Shawty stupid thick you know I'ma fuck that

Ride the pussy you won't get your fucks back

Say you touching me you know you won't touch that

4 5 on my hip like a cowboy

Hoes all around wanna get tossed around

When I roll up and lounge in the back in the crown vic

Florida boy do my dance

Shaking my

Fuck that, nine millimeter on me when I bust that

Fuck that, six rounds hit your hubcaps

Pouya told me chill but I really want to bust back

Fuck that we gone turn it to a blood bath

High off the medicine

Gone off the sedatives

Living this life is a psycho repetitive

Feel like a psycho disturbing the residence

In love with the violence

In love with the ignorance