Nipsey Hussle - Creep lyrics

Yeah fresh back from NY
Back on my leak shit, you already know
IHustlecom let's get it, uh, look

I like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches i like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches i like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches i like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches

Look, young Hussle on that bullshit
Hoppin' out the Regal
Burner with the full clip
Summertime, murder gangs going back to back
Fly crippin' so my belt cost half a stack
I’ve been ballin', nigga, reach
I'ma handle that back when me and F and J
Stone was selling candle wax
I’m the motherfuckin' truth, nigga
That’s a fact and if I fuck your baby mama
Can you handle that?
Look, the West? Nigga, that’s a wrap
You ain’t eating with us
You gon' have the scraps
Struck out, nigga, every time you at the bat
Niggas can't compete with us with
Them type of stats
Niggas can't compete with us with
These type of racks
Fiends tend to blow your beeper up
For this type of crack
Yeah, niggas trying to get their license back
Me, I’m trying to get my lifers back
Niggas couldn’t keep the chopper
On the rifle rack
I’m a driver and a shooter, still
In spite on that
Light bulb, hustle, look you might could rap
Nightclubs, I know a couple that
We might could pack
Try and fail, go to jail, quick to wife a rat
Rhetorically I ask myself "What type
Of life is that?"
Nah, you knew better, but you settled
I stepped it up a level
Double up on my endeavors
So I'm broke never, i’m a Rich Rollin' rebel
Clever as the devil
Pull strings like Geppetto
I've been real from the get-go
You’re green like a gecko
When your name gain weight your
Ex hoes can’t let go
Hello? Hanging up when you say your name
Play it too much to not know the game
Heartbroken, Frank Ocean on that novocaine
You know this change, but I won’t explain
Look nip the Crip that flipped the
Blueprint that Hova laid
Ten thousand cash, no tickets, no overlay
And I’ll be in your city with the bros today
Presidential car service with the motorcade
Road to the riches, now you know the way
Run this money marathon at a owner's pace
You ain't a real nigga without
A goal to chase and a yellow bone bitch with
Some toes to paint, oh

I like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches i like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches i like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches i like bitches, that like
Bitches, that like bitches
That like bitches