Creepin Slim Thug (Ft. Bun B & Paul Wall)

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
I still pour purple in my Sprite
Real candy paint and them lights [?]
How the fuck the H fall off when niggas everywhere like where we like
Keep a country chick on my right
Shotgun when you see me rolling
I'm a vet to my bitch in my ride
You gonna see all that shit holding
Them Texas boys be glowing
Got diamonds all in they mouth
We came out shining got niggas buying they diamonds outta that South
Sitting in the slab like I'm sitting on the couch
Shitting on boys every time I pull out
I'm a real nigga, real niggas gon' boss [?]
Come to the H you gon' see we bomb on
31 retired, my bitches like Maliah[?}
Some thick, some slim but all they head and pussy fire
Been pimping since before Still Tippin
Thugga still slab gripping while you niggas still simping (Thugga!)

[Hook]
Creepin, look who crawling still balling in the mix
Look who creeping, look who crawling still balling in the mix
Creep-creeping, look who crawling still balling in the mix
Look who creeping, look who crawling
Look who creeping, look who crawling
Look who creeping, look who crawling still balling in the mix
Look who creeping, look who crawling still balling in the mix
Creep-creeping, look who crawling still balling in the mix
Look who creeping, look who crawling
Look who creeping, look who crawling