Creep

Lyrics

[Intro: BigSmokeChapo & Fluhkunxhkos] Yeah (Smoke his ass, smoke his ass) Yah (BigSmoke fuckin' Chapo in this—Chapo in this—) (Don't play with him) Gang [Chorus: Fluhkunxhkos & BigSmokeChapo] We gon' slide through they block, we gon' creep (For real) If I catch me a opp then you know I'm gon' eat (Okay) If I catch me a opp then you know he deceased (He deceased) Pop that nigga, drop that nigga in the middle of the street (For real) You fuck niggas know you too sweet (On gang) R$G the only gang, ain't no tryna compete (Rich Slime) No white flags, we ain't doin' no peace (At all) We gon' slide through yo' block every day of the week Still taxin' for work like I ain't get it cheap (Gah) Got yo' ho on her knees, now I feel like I preach (I preach) Young nigga dripping, man, I feel like a leak (Yeah) Put a hole in his head like a muhfuckin' P (Boom) Two Glocks, now they think I'm Pistol Pete (Fah-fah) So much bags in the trap, shit reeks (Trash) I done ran through like ten bands in one week (One week) And we really havin' crack, bitch, like a street (Okay) [Verse 1: Fluhkunxhkos] You fuck niggas don't want no beef (At all) You play with the gang then that shit R.I.P. (Okay) Hop out that foreign with my new ARP (Bitch) Fire at the scene, I'ma spray and then leave (Bah, bah, bah) Gang way shit, bitch, you know where I be (Woah) 59-41, bitch, you know what I bleed (Woah) When I hop out and drive down, just know I'ma squeeze (Hrrt, hrrt, hrrt) And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I see someone bleed (Bah, bah) [Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo] Out on two bonds, still serve the [?] Slime down ten with a quarter-ki (Skrrt) Glock 26 hold a hundred piece (Boom) I'm the Road Runner, bitch, "Meep-meep" Slime with that bag on that .223 (Bah) Nigga gettin' bad, man, that shit for cheap (Okay) Ridin' with my shooter and he MFP Catch the SRT, we'll flip the SRT (Boom, boom) [Chorus: Fluhkunxhkos & BigSmokeChapo] We gon' slide through they block, we gon' creep (For real) If I catch me a opp then you know I'm gon' eat (Okay) If I catch me a opp then you know he deceased (He deceased) Pop that nigga, drop that nigga in the middle of the street (For real) You fuck niggas know you too sweet (On gang) R$G the only gang, ain't no tryna compete (Rich Slime) No white flags, we ain't doin' no peace (At all) We gon' slide through yo' block every day of the week Still taxin' for work like I ain't get it cheap (Gah) Got yo' ho on her knees, now I feel like I preach (I preach) Young nigga dripping, man, I feel like a lee(Yeah) Put a hole in his head like a muhfuckin' P (Boom) Two Glocks, now they think I'm Pistol Pete (Fah-fah) So much bags in the trap, shit reeks (Trash) I done ran through like ten bands in one week (One week) And we really havin' crack, bitch, like a street (Okay)