CREEP LIKE TLC

[Intro]
(Don't play with him)
Uh, uh, uh
Damn, damn, damn
All black on, I creep like TLC
Damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn

[Chorus]
All black on, I creep like TLC
Shooting like, fool bust some smoke with me
Laugh to the bank, them racks tell jokes to me
Glock in my lap, I ain't going out like that
I was down bad, I was finessing, that's my bad
Racks in my jeans and it look just like thigh pads
I like foreign cars and bitches who bad
I'm just tryna eat, I don't know why they mad

[Verse]
Damn, I don't get mad I just get to the point
My shooters just shoot, they tryna score a point
Gotta watch for these niggas, they get in there and point
My young niggas just scored us some pints
Your nigga broke, had to put him in rice
I'm clutching that Glock, something don't feel right
It feel like a setup, hope it ain't no setup
You could get you and your partner wet up
I can't wait to buss this bitch, it's gon' make me feel better
I'm a real go getter, he a lick, go get 'em
He talk too much, let's kill him
I'm like hold on, chill out, like I ain't tryna hear you
I be with gorillas, some of my niggas is killers
They always gon' ride for me so them my realest niggas

[Chorus]
All black on, I creep like TLC
Shooting like, fool bust some smoke with me
Laugh to the bank, them racks tell jokes to me
Glock in my lap, I ain't going out like that
I was down bad, I was finessing, that's my bad
Racks in my jeans and it look just like thigh pads
I like foreign cars and bitches who bad
I'm just tryna eat, I don't know why they mad