Binswanson - CREEPIN Lyrics

My mom was like, who was the black boy she was with
I said, those were my buddies
No, Kevin, those were drug dealers
All out war

You ever thought you wasn't hungry
Till you started eating, popping all them pills and trying to stop
Now you ain't sleeping, lost my nigga four years ago
And I'm still grieving my last bitch was a ten

Oh, shit
All out war
Spread the word
Top shottas are back

Full effect
You ever thought you wasn't hungry
Till you started eating, popping all them pills and trying to stop
Now you ain't sleeping, lost my nigga four years ago

And I'm still grieving my last bitch was a ten
I was still cheating on the road with the dope
Just creeping
This ain't no bape hoody

This chief keef shit
Skinny nigga
But I like my bitch cheeks thick
My hoes bougie, they ain't finna eat a deep dish

I get it soft
I make it hard
Break it to pieces
I ain't heard

I ain't saw
I don't peace shit
I told my cluck, bring me to everybody she be with
I'ma trap the whole winter

Summer be rich
I'm sipping on a deuce now so I won't be sick
Them niggas talking like me, but they can't be this
We ain't stopping on this road

You better pee, bitch
Finna stuff her like a turkey
They won't peep it
I just sipped a nigga rent

Getting high
I love the food, but the blues got me getting by
I'm swan now, but on that road
I'm a different guy

Put down the gun
Picked up a blender
Bitch, I'm tripping now
But no, I keep my gun close

Might have to zip a guy
They call me, but I don't serve them
It be a different guy
Just met some fiends from New York

They in there dipping now
She trying to f*ck
I want the head, bitch, a different time
A bitch can't like me and you

They ain't no bitch of mine
In love with the car, Im in, so she can't sit inside
I bought this room to serve the heads
Won't be a bitch inside

A thousand grams out the flex
I need a different ride
Remember this, girls
None of you can be first, but all of you can be next

I don't know
These some young niggas coming up
Call theyself 313 Mafia