Lyrics Creep - Ohmien

Creep, I creep through the back
Creep, I creep through the back
Creep, I creep through the back
Creep, I creep through the back
Swag that I mix and I match
She got the grip like a crab
This lil hoe got the London look
I try put my tongue in her gap
Pushin' the grill out her mouth
I make her choke on the crowns
Creep out the back of the AP
I ain't gon' make no sound
I aint gon' make a bo peep
Lanvins on gon' cushion my feet
How you hit Prism for your 28th birthday?
You pushing 30 not no P

I get the bread I don't no yeast
I heard your mumma and daughter a treesh
Took in the EP you dropped last week
Can't lie every track on the ting was "Yeesh!"
They say my preset come thick like bleach
It's not thick as these 24' rims
You'd be a mill before 21 gang
If you just invest what you spent on skin
I can't do that, that's grim
Why would I pay I'm a pimp?
Mr. Ohmien but they call me Shawn Michaels
I got a sweet track straight for your chin
Run out of ink making merch for the show
Kick that HP the ting won't print
She tryna give me some attitude
Ask that hoe "Are you shaw?" like Cren
I did a feat and he twice my age if you ask
'Who the fuck lil boy'ed them men?"
Hate that neek cah he geek of fame
I really pray that his 15 end
All of that swag that you put on your body
It still won't change that your headtop bent
They scared so now they compare
But if (when*) I get up then I bet they repent
How many times do I have to say?
Ain't nobody sound like me
How many tweets did I send and delete?
No one else slide on the ting like grease
Ima rape da world then paint my nails green
I been in da puss since I was 13
But I been that man since the nurse touched me
I don't know how but it weren't lucky

Creep, I'm creepin' creepin'
Creep, creepin' creepin'
Creep, creep creep
Creep, creep
Creep
Creep, I'm creepin baby
Creep, yeah I creep

Creep, I creep through the back
Creep, I creep through the back
Creep, I creep through the back
Creep, I creep through the back
Swag that I mix and I match
She got the grip like a crab
This lil hoe got the London look
I try put my tongue in her gap
Pushin' the grill out her mouth
I make her choke on the crowns
Creep out the back of the AP
I ain't gon' make no sound
I aint gon' make a bo peep
Lanvins on gon' cushion my feet
How you hit Prism for your 28th birthday?
You pushing 30 not no P