Peter CottonTale

"Creepin"

[Hook]
Came down creepin through the hood
With a cup fulla dirty, and a blunt fulla good
Came down creepin through the hood
With a cup fulla dirty, and a blunt fulla good
Like whoooa whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoooooa whoooa whoa
Everbody say whoooa whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoooooa whoooa whoa

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley]
Well a lil n***a ridin' shotty
Black tee crisp
Ballin like muhf**kin' athlete b*t*h
n***as already know homie don't play that
n***as already know don't ask me sh*t
Club Wiley takin' pictures wit a buncha b*t*hes
And the swishers, I bet they go down
If they ain't know then
Bet them n***as know now
With a big fat steak, n***as finna throw down
I'm fine
I'm fine you ain't really gotta worry bout the kid
And all my money legal as sh*t
So I ain't really worried bout no bid
Real n***a say word, never told no lie
You ain't really hood, never sold no pies
And I'm fried than a b*t*h with the homies wilin'
Hittin 85 flyin down Stony Island
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