Creep Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: PJ Glizzy & TLC]
Yes
Ayo, we gettin' Jiggy on Jiggy, n*gga
It's me again (Get rich or die tryin')
Grrah
Everything dead, every opp shot
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Everything dead)
Grrah-grrah-boom
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Every Flocka shot)
Grrt

[Chorus: Pj Glizzy]
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads (Bow-bow)
Dummy dead and he still in they heads
Postin' them pictures, sh*t just got mе dead (Dead, like)
Catch a Flocka, fill 'еm up with lead (Boom-boom)
Bullets, they hit him, knockin' off his dreads (Off his dreads)
Boom who? What? You off a yerkie (Yerkie)
Bebe dissin', his BM is dirty (Dirty)
Don't forget she the mop, heard she sturdy (Sturdy)

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
I'ma blast it
I'ma pass it to gang, no basket (Boom)
And my gang on the block, it's no lackin' (No lackin')
We gon' blitz on the opps, no Madden (b*tch)
No cappin', real rap (Real rap)
Mori Blixk, eat a di*k (Eat a di*k)
Heard you talkin' on gang? You a b*tch (You a b*tch)
Up the rakes, you get turned to a spliff (Yes)
Say got lined by a b*tch (Uh-Huh)
But he talkin' about n*ggas that dead in his spliff
But Bdot the reason he tripped (Bdotty)
I can't wait 'til a Drilly bop into my spliff
But Roscoe, he feenin' to click
Free the Ape, you were takin' them risks
Spin through the 2s, then we flicked on the Nick (Grrah)
Every opp that we see get hit, like (Gang, bow-bow)
[Chorus: Pj Glizzy]
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads (Smokin' they deads)
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Grrah-grrah-boom)
Postin' them pictures, sh*t just got me dead (Dead, like)
Catch a Flocka, fill 'em up with lead (With lead)
Bullets, they hit him, knockin' off his dreads (Grrah-grrah)
Boom who? What? You off a yerkie (Yerkie)
Bebe dissin', his BM is dirty (Dirty)
Don't forget she the mop, heard she sturdy (Sturdy)

Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads (Smokin' deads)
Dummy dead and he still in they heads
Postin' them pictures, sh*t just got me dead (Like)
Catch a Flocka, fill 'em up with lead (Bow-Bow)
Bullets, they hit him, knockin' off his dreads
Boom who? What? You off a yerkie (Yerkie)
Bebe dissin', his BM is dirty (Dirty)
Don't forget she the mop, heard she sturdy (Sturdy)

[Outro: Pj Glizzy. & TLC]
I'ma blast it
I'ma pass it to gang, no basket (No basket)
And my gang on the block, its no lackin' (No lackin')
We gon' blitz on the opps, no Madden (No Madden)
No cappin', real rap (Real rap)
Mori Blixk, eat a di*k (Eat a di*k)
Heard you talkin' on gang? You a b*tch
Up the rakes, you get turned to a spliff (Turned to a spliff)
Yes
It's me again