"Creepy Beat" lyrics
Yeah, it's the Coochie, man
Sound like somebody gettin' chased or somethin', ayy
This a creepy beat, and it's a scary beat (Yeah)
I can't believe she took her socks off and had hairy feet (Damn)
And, nigga, I ain't scared of shit, it ain't no fear in me
I told 'em, "Turn the earphones up", they wasn't hearin' me (Turn me up)
I can't believe this broke-ass nigga said he killin' me (Hmm)
Your bitch keep on lookin' at me, I think she feelin' me (She starin')
I feel like Johnny Depp, I ran into my public enemy (Wow)
I met this bitch in science class, we had chemistry (Damn)
I pulled up on Tom with a hundred thousand and let Jerry see
I used to skip school, walk to Orange Blossom, where Big Larry be
Reminiscin', thinkin' 'bout the old weed, like, where Cherry be?
Went to Bikini Bottom with a bitch with no bikini bottom
Went to Bikini Bottom with a bad bitch and let Gary see (Damn)
Leavin' Timmy with some odd parents, like, where fairy's be?
Withdraw five hundred thousand all blues, let my parents see
Already got a mama and a dad, you can't parent me (Yeah)
Bitch, I barely like fruit, ain't no pear in me (Damn)
Like a fucked up Bluetooth, ain't no pairin' me
Two twins say my name under tw- man
Two twins say my name under repost, they was sharin' me (Hoes)
Bitch treat me like some hand-me-down clothes, she was wearin' me (Why?)
Like, she keep on askin' where I be (Like, stop askin' me that)
Know the streets gettin' cold as fuck, nigga, where your heat?
I just put a shh on the yeah, where the fuck the beat? (Shh)
Bitch pussy so wet, she wanna fuck the beat (Whoa)
Bitch love the block so much, she gon' fuck the street
Bitch, I feel like-
I feel like Doc Holiday, send you to your tombstone with these double heats
I know a nigga died from jumpin' in his brother beef
Even if we ran a bitch, you couldn't fuck with me
My shoes cost a thousand dollars, but they ugly (Ugh)
What the fuck?
Man, these moody beats, like I'ma do every different type of beat, man
Happy beat, sad beat
Bitch
This a great beat, this a groovy beat, this a smooth beat
And I was lookin' for some clues, like, where Blues be?
My bitch walkin' through the mall mad like, "Where Rhude be?"
She want some Rhude clothes, like, where the Rhude store?
My white boy hit an eight ball, he got a pool nose
I just hit a bitch in the trap house with my shoes on
Put so many people on they feet, I think my shoes gone
Bro smack somethin', then he went back home and turned the news on
Sound like somebody gettin' chased or somethin', ayy
This a creepy beat, and it's a scary beat (Yeah)
I can't believe she took her socks off and had hairy feet (Damn)
And, nigga, I ain't scared of shit, it ain't no fear in me
I told 'em, "Turn the earphones up", they wasn't hearin' me (Turn me up)
I can't believe this broke-ass nigga said he killin' me (Hmm)
Your bitch keep on lookin' at me, I think she feelin' me (She starin')
I feel like Johnny Depp, I ran into my public enemy (Wow)
I met this bitch in science class, we had chemistry (Damn)
I pulled up on Tom with a hundred thousand and let Jerry see
I used to skip school, walk to Orange Blossom, where Big Larry be
Reminiscin', thinkin' 'bout the old weed, like, where Cherry be?
Went to Bikini Bottom with a bitch with no bikini bottom
Went to Bikini Bottom with a bad bitch and let Gary see (Damn)
Leavin' Timmy with some odd parents, like, where fairy's be?
Withdraw five hundred thousand all blues, let my parents see
Already got a mama and a dad, you can't parent me (Yeah)
Bitch, I barely like fruit, ain't no pear in me (Damn)
Like a fucked up Bluetooth, ain't no pairin' me
Two twins say my name under tw- man
Two twins say my name under repost, they was sharin' me (Hoes)
Bitch treat me like some hand-me-down clothes, she was wearin' me (Why?)
Like, she keep on askin' where I be (Like, stop askin' me that)
Know the streets gettin' cold as fuck, nigga, where your heat?
I just put a shh on the yeah, where the fuck the beat? (Shh)
Bitch pussy so wet, she wanna fuck the beat (Whoa)
Bitch love the block so much, she gon' fuck the street
Bitch, I feel like-
I feel like Doc Holiday, send you to your tombstone with these double heats
I know a nigga died from jumpin' in his brother beef
Even if we ran a bitch, you couldn't fuck with me
My shoes cost a thousand dollars, but they ugly (Ugh)
What the fuck?
Man, these moody beats, like I'ma do every different type of beat, man
Happy beat, sad beat
Bitch
This a great beat, this a groovy beat, this a smooth beat
And I was lookin' for some clues, like, where Blues be?
My bitch walkin' through the mall mad like, "Where Rhude be?"
She want some Rhude clothes, like, where the Rhude store?
My white boy hit an eight ball, he got a pool nose
I just hit a bitch in the trap house with my shoes on
Put so many people on they feet, I think my shoes gone
Bro smack somethin', then he went back home and turned the news on
