Tommy Wright III - Creepin' While Ya Sleepin' lyrics

In progress... [Verse 1: Mac T-Dog] Jump into the Chevy, while I'm strapped like (?) M16 Bumpin' Bobby Womack when I cruise up (?) green Smokin on that dank, I'm high as hell with my hand up on the trigger Thinkin' in my mind, sippin on gin: it's time to rob a n***a Haters scopin' out these n***as with the fat bank Seen two white boys crackers mane Battleground Chrome to yo dome John, 4 Corners bound clown 5-0 on my a**, I jumped that gate and went to Tommy crib Huffin' and puffin' damn ears Lay low to my sh** f**in' streets Right back on this thing and stroll, hit 'em up with that (?) n***as in motherf**in' tryin' to my a** Why you tryin' to splurge ya b**h? Lay yo a** down in the gra** Hoe if you try to run best believe I pull on the trigger Lay yo a** on the ground, b**h it's time to rob n***a [Hook/samples] 2x It's time to rob n***a! It's time to rob n***a! Everybody gets laid down [Verse 2: Mac T-Dog] (?) hand the .38 in my hand, stangin' a trick Smith & Wesson to yo dome, drop it off yo a** b**h M.A.C T-D.O.G stay (?) with that pistol though I'm finna rob a sissy n***a hoe Makin' cheese on these motherf**in' hoes left and right Ride in the drop top, 5-0 trick it's on when they hit me mane Smokin' on a skunk with my trunk rattlin' from my bump Mac T-Dog, murder in the first degree, got a n***a buck jumpin' Hoe I'm constantly robbin' and my pockets steady get bigger Pa** me the f**in' Glock, b**h it's time to rob n***a [Hook/samples] 2x It's time to rob n***a! It's time to rob n***a! Everybody gets laid down [Verse 3: Mac T-Dog] A clip to the (?) chrome, n***a don't step wrong If you do I just might click and blow a hole in yo f**in' dome Boom boom boom to the dome, laid dead b**h Gangsta tight on a f**in' strike, Mac T finna fool click Tommy Wright on the creep with that buckin' sawed-off Do a f**in' homicide and we gettin' up caught and ball off Pick up Jay with ... thing so we gettin' strapped .38, nine Glock, .45, the yawk cap Ridin' around the M-Town, smokin' n***as with that fat bank Seen a trick d-izz-o this sh**, just get a f**in' (?) gang See a b**h, we (?) 'em down, make ... trick Pimpin' n***as from 4 Corners, now you know we gots to click (?) Home, Macklemore, (?), P.V The Garden down with this f**in' underground pimpin' frown Stayin' down but a real n***a be hangin' with a trigger f**in' sh**, let's (?) my n***a, b**h it's time to rob n***a [Hook/samples] Everybody gets laid down It's time to rob n***a! It's time to rob n***a! Everybody gets laid down [Verse 4: Tommy Wright III] I'm high as hell, can't you tell mane, I'm on cloud nine Vamp to the crib, grab a rib cause it's robbing time Up, oh it's twelve o' clock on the dot, time to scram Hit a trick for his sh**, a Gucci (?) or some yams Vampin' from the scenery, gots to make to get away clean Ain't time for sellin' dope, cause I'm too busy doin' stangs Always creepin', never sleepin', gimme yo money and don't say nothing Blow his brain on the sidewalk cause that n***a taught I was bluffin' Made a dash, quick and fast, meanwhile; gimme yo cash If you don't dash yo a**, on yo a** I'm gon' blast Put you in the med with a bullet hole in yo spine With my n***a T-Dog grippin' that engine, engine number nine Chillin' on the corner with my n***as while we plan it Like Super Man I jump in the sky, watch me turn into Captain Bandit Bandit clown on the punk, time to stomp on the hoe Leavin' n***as in my trunk unidentified John Does