Crawl Thru the Hood lyrics

[Verse 1: Sicx]
Come creep with me
Come creeps with me
Come creep with the n*gga with the 4-4 pump
Lookin for that n*gga with the funk, with the 24th street block n*gga named Lynch
Pump-pump when I dump yo punk ass
In a ditch
n*gga this creek sicc muthaf*cka right here is like gonna ride and stay up and out all night
So mark ya whole muthaf*ckin hood wit white chalk-sta
Ya set better find that n*gga that feels to
Take the fate from the only n*gga that raise up
To a sicc muthaf*cka that ain't no mo’ bass up
Straight up n*gga
No love from a trigga that comes
From a n*gga that runs with the one
That'll chew the pus*y up like gum
n*gga 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 f*ckin 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*gga done [?]
Thinking about this sh*t gеts good
As I crawl up through your muthaf*ckin 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 di*k and light a stick of bomb toke
n*gga, rump-pump, put a pump-pump-pump-pump, through my window
Look at this sh*t
Glass and shells up on my dashboard
I hit the floor lookin for my 4-4
n*gga swerve to the left, can't see
Better look up for I be
Either wrapped to a pole
Or flippin my sh*t or peeled up to a tree
Come follow me deep
Come swallow my heat
I got they ass
Where I want em
c*ck the clip in
Flip a b*tch 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*ggas ain't movin' an inch
Finna’ clench my sh*t, but grab my wheel
These fools is hella loc’d
But so am I, so let's get ill
I take my sh*t for fitty upon to sixty-five
Then mash my speed, I hit that weed until we both collide
To my Rambo sh*t I grab my strap fell out the door
Rollin on my back, I’m buckin
Fifty-one-fifty n*ggas wanna get me
But f*ck dying like that
Still lettin' em have it and to my surprise
My forty-fo' grip tore up mo sh*t, blowing guts to bits
Insides, all chunks of meat, n*gga 24th streets of G's
Got this n*ggas back and I counted about six hundred and sixty-six muthaf*ckas 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