Creep, creep, creep (iLL BLU)

(Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know? It sounds cold)

Ayy, my lil' bro got nicked for my drill

GBH with intention

I got nicked for a H-O-M-icide,

the feds called me for a question

Step in the party, feel the aroma

Barbies wanna pree man for attention

Wrong

I don't want love and affection

Long

I just want different selections

My bro spent 9k in a day

I just spent nine racks in a week

If I never went jail four times in a row, then I would've been out in city, it's peak

Been out here for a week

No more receipts, bariis and canteen sheets

We ain't sortin' shit, just pepper the beef

Or I'll wave this wand with elegancy

Them man can't shoot, they aim at the sky first

I'm pissed at Danny cah all now still ain't done me a Lightwork

But it weren't his fault, I was in jail,

So when I stepped out, man had to lay my verse

So we sing on switch, it's featured,

They didn't know that the kid was diverse

Ayy, fuck that

Spot that, who's that?

Fat Joe, lean back

Two car, six man

Four shanks, three waps

Eight shots, one drop

Three fled, one lost

Neighbours wake up

Gunshot, alarm clock

Live-o, park up

One swing, red top

I put the dots at the top of his canerows

God said no, so it didn't dump off

The scars that I gave made a man jump off

I missed out on a hundred bags last August

This year, I missed out on 150

The label's tellin' bro that I'm Gucci

I ain't gotta worry 'bout when I come home

Seen a man not make it home to his mother

But like B-Lovee, if you know then you know

And I ain't gotta say names on tracks

Just go ask my opps what I do on the road

I'm slidin' school time

Watch out for the infants

If it ain't face shot, aim at his headback

Zigzags lookin' like Lisa Simpson

Lord, have mercy, I need forgiveness

Hands on rams, that's funny

My bro has eyes all over the district

Professor X, I ain't gotta move this work

Tryna hit a man's chest from a distance

Had to ask my man where he's from

I'm still pissed cah he never answered honestly

Anywhere that I see these yutes

That's front open like old school wallabies

A bitch said that she needs some space

She must be talkin' astronomy

Izzpot, man, you're always likin' my pics

Why can't you just follow me?

I caught a case, came out, went in, came out

Don't you find that out of this world?

I'm stuck in this cell, this weather is well

My dumb neighbour keeps pressin' his bell, it's long

Been a year since my man's gone

Instead of ridin', they're releasin' songs

Oh God, me and Amz had juice on our tops

It was two vs seven, he still got chopped

In the field, lost my fizz

I can't lie, I was pissed

But I can't complain, I could've been out and high like Drizz

In the field, I got spun

I can't lie, I was pissed

But I can't complain, I could've been out and high like Drizz

Creep, creep, creep, creep

Creep, creep, creep, creep