CREEPIN

I can't stand a stupid bitch that talk a lot I just rub my hands together when I plot Niggas 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? Niggas 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