YCK - Creeping Out the Cut Lyrics

Summon em up a bitch so they know what it's like fucking
Say you got a dozen hoes but you really got nothing
Blood comes first got that shit right from my cousin
Yeah the same one blunt puffin lit up like an oven

Motherfuckers on that snitching shit the moment that I'm stealing shit
I'm slanging on the block I gotta quit this dealing shit
Lines formulated paint a picture like mosaics
Bitch you staying same, archaic, all your shit is so outdated

Can't keep it in so I really gotta say it
All you sound the fucking same you're never ever gonna make it
And you sound like primadonnas with the same old petty drama
Got a lot of fucking nerve you're talking shit when you not oughta

Going too fast lemme slow down for you
Know I quit taking meds got schizo paranoia
North and South bred let a fucker double dip
I prefer writing lyrics I can't fuck with mumble shit

Stuck at the bottom while I'm going puff puff
Smoking like we're in a race hate the shit that I huff
No I never stop I can't ever get enough
Bitch I'm creeping out the cut my hands are stained and made in blood