Creepin Alex Wiley (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Hook]
Came down creepin through the hood
With a cup fulla dirty, and a blunt fulla good
Came down creepin through the hood
With a cup fulla dirty, and a blunt fulla good
Like whoooa whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoooooa whoooa whoa
Everbody say whoooa whoa, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoooooa whoooa whoa

[Verse 1: Alex Wiley]
Well a lil nigga ridin' shotty
Black tee crisp
Ballin like muhfuckin' athlete bitch
Niggas already know homie don't play that
Niggas already know don't ask me shit
Club Wiley takin' pictures wit a buncha bitches
And the swishers, I bet they go down
If they ain't know then
Bet them niggas know now
With a big fat steak, niggas finna throw down
I'm fine
I'm fine you ain't really gotta worry bout the kid
And all my money legal as shit
So I ain't really worried bout no bid
Real nigga say word, never told no lie
You ain't really hood, never sold no pies
And I'm fried than a bitch with the homies wilin'
Hittin 85 flyin down Stony Island