THAT’S WHY I CREEP Songtext
von DaBaby

That′s why I creep
And it's only a few of us
That get to experience this journey like this
You know what I′m saying
The ups is as ups as it's gonna get
You know what I'm sayin
And as down as it can get too
You know it′s beautiful

Before a nigga came up
They was waitin′ on Baby to blow
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin'
They waitin′ on Baby to go (Yeah)
That's why I creep (Yeah)


Only fuck with real niggas
That′s why I ain't deed
My family gotta get a lil′ richer
That's why I ain't sleep
You can never tell the French come wit it
That′s why it ain′t me
That's why it ain′t me (Yeah)

I'ma grab a blogsite nigga
Hit him
Put his face on the floor
Why
Cause y′all niggas' bitches
Playin′ games with real niggas
No remorse, nigga
Cost a lot of real lifelines
Playin' round with a nigga children
Wasn't trippin′ on y′all

When played with my paper
Cause I understand that's what comes with it
So I had to grow
Get a little more focus
And stop runnin′ from pain
Had to take it and show it
Had to stand on my name
And everyone that's on my shoulders (Can′t ever forget how)


Before a nigga came up
They was waitin' on Baby to blow
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin
They waitin′ on Baby to go
That's why I creep

Only fuck with real niggas
That's why I ain′t deed
My family gotta get a lil′ richer
That's why I ain′ t sleep
You can never tell the French come with it
That's why it ain′t me
That's why it ain′t me
(Oh-oh oh)

Yes, I, for your FYI
I'm the motherfuckin' best out
I like women with caramel skin
Like the girl who used to sing with Chilly and Left Eye
Especially ones with brown skin
Like Chilly and Left Eye
Who pray when I′m stressed out
Baby, can you give me TLC
I′m on the road alone
I wish you was with me

And, yeah I see the way they hate on me like hoes
For leaving, better if they hate
Because I'm free
Football niggas can′t hold me
I'm givin′ penalties
Like I'm a referee

I ain′t did shit
That I ain't already told you
Convinced none of these bitch-ass niggas, met a soldier
Convinced none of these bitches,never met them a Kirk
It's a good to be true type of nigga
I told you I ain′t perfect
You thought that I was

It ain′t work
Now you tryna convince the whole world I'm a jerk
And these the everyday struggles of a real nigga

I′m talkin' to good nigga
Make him off like a fuck-nigga

But don′t trip and just look different
The shit I've been through need to be in a book nigga
And plus I done shoot niggas
And don′t ever judge a book by the way
That the cover on it
Or the way that it look Nigga, 'cause

Before a nigga came up
They was waitin' on Baby to blow
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin
They waitin′ on Baby to go
That′s why I creep
Only fuck with real niggas
That's why I ain′t deed

My family gotta get a lil' richer
That′s why I ain't sleep
You can never tell the French come with it

That′s why it ain't me
That's why it ain′t me
(Oh-oh oh)