[Verse 1: Sicx]
Come creep with me
Come creeps with me
Come creep with the n***a with the 4-4 pump
Lookin for that n***a with the funk, with the 24th street block n***a named Lynch
Pump-pump when I dump yo punk ass
In a ditch
N***a this creek sicc muthafucka right here is like gonna ride and stay up and out all night
So mark ya whole muthafuckin hood wit white chalk-sta
Ya set better find that n***a that feels to
Take the fate from the only n***a that raise up
To a sicc muthafucka that ain't no mo’ bass up
Straight up n***a
No love from a trigga that comes
From a n***a that runs with the one
That'll chew the pussy up like gum
N***a hit this block sweet
Hot ones creep from the devil the red caprice
Fool catch this heat from Mr Spliff
A gift to lift your feet up and off the fuckin concrete
Cough up, your mеat, yo nuts, yo guts, your soul
To a schitz with the 4-4 pis-
'Tola, blood fizzing up like cola
N***a done [?]
Thinking about this shit gеts good
As I crawl up through your muthafuckin hood
[Chorus]
Creeps as I creeps as I crawls thru the hood
Crawls, thru the hood I let em know it’s all but good
As I creeps, as I creeps and crawls thru the hood
Crawls, thru the hood
Lettin' em have it like a G should

As I creeps as I creeps and crawls up thru yo hood
Crawls, thru the hood I let em know it's all but good
As I creeps, as I creeps and crawls thru the hood
Crawls, up thru your hood
Letting em have it like a G should

[Verse 2: Sicx]
Hit 50 up out this block and let the spot smoke
Grit my teeth and hold my dick and light a stick of bomb toke
N***a, rump-pump, put a pump-pump-pump-pump, through my window
Look at this shit
Glass and shells up on my dashboard
I hit the floor lookin for my 4-4
N***a swerve to the left, can't see
Better look up for I be
Either wrapped to a pole
Or flippin my shit or peeled up to a tree
Come follow me deep
Come swallow my heat
I got they ass
Where I want em
Cock the clip in
Flip a bitch now Triple Sicx is right up on em
Playin chicken while I'm leakin' blood and glass
From my arms and hands and face burning up like mace
Kicking my ass
These n***as ain't movin' an inch
Finna’ clench my shit, but grab my wheel
These fools is hella loc’d
But so am I, so let's get ill
I take my shit for fitty upon to sixty-five
Then mash my speed, I hit that weed until we both collide
To my Rambo shit I grab my strap fell out the door
Rollin on my back, I’m buckin
Fifty-one-fifty n***as wanna get me
But fuck dying like that
Still lettin' em have it and to my surprise
My forty-fo' grip tore up mo shit, blowing guts to bits
Insides, all chunks of meat, n***a 24th streets of G's
Got this n***as back and I counted about six hundred and sixty-six muthafuckas that’ll wrap your nuts up in a sack
And it's like that
[Chorus]
Creeps as I creeps and crawls, thru the hood
Crawls, thru the hood I let em know it's all but good
As I creeps, as I creeps and crawls thru the hood
Crawls, up thru yo hood
Lettin' em have it like a G should

As I creeps as I creeps as I crawls thru the hood
Crawls, thru the hood and let em know it's all but good
As I creeps, as I creeps and crawls thru your hood
Crawls, thru your hood
Lettin' em have it like a G should