Creepin

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah

[Verse 1: Matt Gantos]
Off the rip, make em dip
.223 gone take his hip
Different type of nigga talk, man his grips ain't got this
And yo mans ain't no shit, whole gang ain't on shit (shit)
Cause his family and them is shit, whole lotta shit, ain't no one shit (shit, shit, shit)
I'm a brickman, might start landscaping, more profit (woo)
Go hard up in the projects for people who wanna flip
My people who bad I spit
My reasons and the way I live
This a big car, space in this so where the engine is?
Chip across on a nigga like I came with VVs
I just went and scooped a bowl and now I'm smoking Tiki (woo)
She don't let mе in too deep, she said she loosing feeling
She [?] and now I'm busting on hеr feelings
I put this whip in auto when I'm riding through the city
Smoking on gelato, boy this bitch is like a chimney
My bitch is like a model, I be beating down her kidney
I got my lil diablo, he gone send them through your ceiling

[Chorus: Matt Gantos and Dxddy Mxck ]
Creeping in the night (night)
Reaper in them Nikes (nikes)
Jeepers, gave him fright
Chopper rock him, lullabies
For my dogs I ride (I ride)
Till the [?]
You can't hang around my kind
These niggas ain't like the solid kind
Creeping in the night (night)
Reaper in them Nikes (nikes)
Jeepers, gave him fright
Chopper rock him, lullabies
For my dogs I ride (I ride)
Till the [?] (let's go)
You can't hang around my kind
These niggas ain't like the solid kind

[Verse 2: Dxddy Mxck]
Working all the time, niggas hating all the time
Nigga, I'm still in my prime
But I ain't gone waste a dime
Nigga, how'd you get the bag
Could've got this shit I'm trying
But I still be going hard every single day and night
Nigga
Y'all be going crazy over pussy, yeah that's crazy shit
Y'all be tryna act tough but y'all pussy, niggas make no sense
I extend the clip in case I gotta deal with craziness
Bro just poured a line inside the faygo, said he flavoured it
I got 4 hoes fighting for me, bitch I feel like Flavour Flav
I got 4 whips, but I ride the beamer almost everyday
Bullets ricochet, still hit your ass if you ain't in the way
You look in my bank and you can start to tell I'm getting paid

[Verse 3: Dxddy Mxck]
4 rings on my fingers, look like I just won a Superbowl
This nigga tried me, imma pull his car feel like a Yu-Gi-Oh!
Paper hanging out a nigga pocket, this for you to know
I be in the trap, I'm making way more than the usual
Catch me in the cut that's whipping something that ain't usual
Really in the playing circle, hanging with the usuals
She want bustdown diamonds on her chain, she say it's beautiful
Paper in my pockets make me sad that shit ain't-

[Chorus: Matt Gantos]
Creeping in the night
Reaper in them Nikes
Jeepers, gave him fright
Chopper rock him, lullabies
For my dogs I ride
Till the [?]
You can't hang around my kind
These niggas ain't like the solid kind
Creeping in the night (night)
Reaper in them Nikes (nikes)
Jeepers, gave him fright
Chopper rock him, lullabies
For my dogs I ride (I ride)
Till the [?]
You can't hang around my kind
These niggas ain't like the solid kind
Yuh