Freddie Gibbs, Alex Wiley - Creepin lyrics

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

Well a lil nigga ridin' shotty
Black tee crisp
Ballin like muhfuckin' athlete bitch
Niggas already know homie don't play that
Niggas already know don't ask me shit
Club Wiley takin' pictures with
A buncha bitches
And the swishers, I bet they go down
If they ain't know then
Bet them niggas know now
With a big fat steak, niggas finna throw down
I'm fine i'm fine you ain't really gotta
Worry bout the kid
And all my money legal as shit
So I ain't really worried bout no bid
Real nigga say word, never told no lie
You ain't really hood, never sold no pies
And I'm fried than a bitch
With the homies wilin'
Hittin 85 flyin down Stony Island

Highs and lows
Every single day it's highs and lows
Every single day my eyes is low
Cause every single day I grind for dough
Grind grind for dough

Highs and lows
Every single day it's highs and lows
Every single day my eyes is low
Cause every single day I grind for dough
Grind grind for dough

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

I bet'chu they bury me
Smilin' in my fuckin casket
I bet I see all of my haters
In hell and start to blast 'em
From the projects where the dope checks
So you know I cashed 'em
Strapped with a vest
And I just might go next ashes to ashes
Dust to dust I'm rich and I'm young as fuck
A nigga deliverin' them cakes Dominican
Nature that Hummer truck
Yeah that was back in '08
Since then I been straight
Off this rappin' shit
You know I still got that weight
Put it on yo plate, 35 a brick
Servin' in clean shirts
Nothin' but dirty work
Livin' everyday like my birthday
It's clucka' day on the first
Muhfucka don't want no gunplay
Fuck around and get burnt
When I step off in yo function you
Know that bitch gon' get turnt
You know them biches gon'
Choose, 'Sace, Fendi
Gucci down to my shoes
My foreign on Forgiatos I give
These niggas the blues
Don't shy away from no drama
Put yo ass on the news
Channel 2, channel 9 on tha 5, ride or die
Gangsta Gibbs

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

Highs and lows
Every single day it's highs and lows
Every single day my eyes is low
Cause every single day I grind for dough
Grind grind for dough

Highs and lows
Every single day it's highs and lows
Every single day my eyes is low
Cause every single day I grind for dough
Grind grind for dough