CREEP LIKE TLC

Lyrics

[Intro] (Don't play with him) Uh, uh, uh Damn, damn, damn All black on, I creep like TLC Damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn [Chorus] All black on, I creep like TLC Shooting like, fool bust some smoke with me Laugh to the bank, them racks tell jokes to me Glock in my lap, I ain't going out like that I was down bad, I was finessing, that's my bad Racks in my jeans and it look just like thigh pads I like foreign cars and bitches who bad I'm just tryna eat, I don't know why they mad [Verse] Damn, I don't get mad I just get to the point My shooters just shoot, they tryna score a point Gotta watch for these niggas, they get in there and point My young niggas just scored us some pints Your nigga broke, had to put him in rice I'm clutching that Glock, something don't feel right It feel like a setup, hope it ain't no setup You could get you and your partner wet up I can't wait to buss this bitch, it's gon' make me feel better I'm a real go getter, he a lick, go get 'em He talk too much, let's kill him I'm like hold on, chill out, like I ain't tryna hear you I be with gorillas, some of my niggas is killers They always gon' ride for me so them my realest niggas [Chorus] All black on, I creep like TLC Shooting like, fool bust some smoke with me Laugh to the bank, them racks tell jokes to me Glock in my lap, I ain't going out like that I was down bad, I was finessing, that's my bad Racks in my jeans and it look just like thigh pads I like foreign cars and bitches who bad I'm just tryna eat, I don't know why they mad