Creepin' - Willie D, SHO

Creep, creep, hehehe, we’re back in the house again fools

Hahahahaha, although uhh.

man I got a pound of weed

Two boxes of switches, a trunk full of brew

And this gas is only filled low, hehehe

Hehehe, let’s creep

I’m rolling up this lap, got them taped

And I’m sitting on things, jamming Isle

Sho is straight creeping

I’m rolling by myself with my tool on my lap

And my gas needle’s laying on the up

I’m in South Park, cause that’s where I hang my hat

I hit the village, turned around and dubbed it back

I’m rolling so low, I’m getting passed by bikes

Stopped in traffic and getting caught by every light

But I’m taking my time cause my load is looking fine

Took a snuff, fire the switcher, and rolled up a whole dime

Windows up tight, I got my AC blowing

Rolling up this lap on the cooling, I’m doing a little horn

Blowing at my homies, and all the little cuties

Especially the Daisy Dukes with the big booties

Who wanna get naughty, the Riding man is sounding like a party

Stopped by the Ice House and grabbed a Forty

Grabbed the heat from my seat and got back in the street

I’m on the creep

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

I got some business on the West Side

I got my Ruca and my niggas and nuts and my vest tight

Nigga, about to get drugged, nothing a scrub

Fucking with the Gangster of Love

I know where he hangs out

So we’re three cars deep, creeping by his mama’s house

Shoot him up bang bang, shoot him up bang bang

God damn, ain’t nothing but a thang

I’m loading up my gun, and if he’s on the run

Mama gonna pay for what her son done

He should’ve known when he crept to me

He put everybody close to him life in jeopardy

Now, you can run fast, but you won’t last

You rather have a Gambino’s on your ass

Speaking of ass, I gotta get some

So I’m creeping to The Ward where I come from

She lives off Lockwood

Beep me every five minutes cause she know that the cock is good

Her grandmother think she probably put her ??

But that bitch will suck the squirt off a bird

She gives head, better than Jeannie Pepper

I got much love for the little helper

That’s how I’m living for the weekend

Shoot them up, got a nut, I’m creeping

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

My switcher hitting right, Ice got me nice

Huh!

My eye shed tight, my beeper is on fire

I stopped by the store cause my battery’s about to expire

Instead of flashing low sale

It’s time to pick up Choochie getting released from the County Jail

He been gone for thirteen months

Before he left the cuts we wouldn’t even smoking Philly blunts

He took a hit of my hooter

Inhaled some much smoke shit, he thought it was a straight shooter

He gave me some love and a little dap

'Cause I’ve done progress from days way back

When he left, I was barely on my feet

Now, I’m on some Daytons and my life is so sweet

I used to look to that nigga for help

But now I’m out here making licks by my damned self

Can’t help but respect that G

I gave him a second so he can claim his property

I passed him the hooter, so my nigga Willie D

It’s time to roll full, huh!

we’re on a creep

To the park, 'cause in the summer it’s going on

Wood bay, the beach but the drive, too damn long

Plus, I’m trying to save some lives

A fool this drunk shouldn’t even think about trying to drive

Hit the spot and I popped my hatch

Jamming them Lost Boys, the tracks sound real fat

Niggas getting their buzz on

Everywhere I look it’s Daisy Dukes on Amazon

And all my boys from back then

Still getting full and having car shows every weekend

Get some about the clean ride that have them whores peeking

They’re down for freaking, when you’re creeping

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud

Creeping, got my radio up loud