Creep lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Fresh back from N.Y
Back on my leak sh*t, you already know, iHustle.com
Let's get it, uh, look

[Chorus]
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches

[Verse]
Look, young Hussle on that bullsh*t
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', n*gga, reach, I'ma handle that
Back when me and F and J Stone was selling candle wax
I’m the motherf*ckin' truth, n*gga, that’s a fact
And if I f*ck your baby mama, can you handle that?
Look, the West? n*gga, that’s a wrap
You ain’t eating with us, you gon' have the scraps
Struck out, n*gga, every time you at the bat
n*ggas can't compete with us with them type of stats
n*ggas can't compete with us with these type of racks
Fiends tend to blow your beeper up for this type of crack
Yeah, n*ggas trying to get their license back
Me, I’m trying to get my lifers back
n*ggas 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 n*gga without a goal to chase
And a yellow bone b*tch with some toes to paint, oh
[Chorus]
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches
I like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches, that like b*tches