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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Goodie Mob
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trocon Roberts
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Willie Knighton Jr.
Songwriter
Robert Barnett
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
Travis Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Recording Engineer
Sean Solymor
Assistant Engineer
FKi 1st
Producer
John Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Who's that creepin' through my window?
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from the Enzo
Know I love to smoke, you love the liq' more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm
[Verse 1]
Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (Five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (Yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge, yeah (12)
Keep bouncin' that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (Passes, yeah)
I pick through the family
Grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don't panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don't like shit fancy
Up late, feelin' real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah
[Chorus]
Who's that creepin' through my window? (My window)
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from the Enzo (Yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love the liq' more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm
[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I'm tryna tip
Shorty say she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like iced out wrists
Iced out-iced out wrists (Iced out wrists)
Fuck, don't kiss, fuck, she fuck, don't kiss (Mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (Twins)
Jump right in, there's leg room in this Benz (Leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that's deep (Deep, yeah!)
I think it's someone out there watchin' me, yeah
[Chorus]
Who's that creepin' through my window? (Who?) (My window)
'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from the Enzo (Yeah!)
Know I love to smoke, you love the liq' more (Liq)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? Jack!
All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm
[Outro]
(Who's that creepin' through my window?)
('Fore you come outside, I got the M4)
(Took her to the end zone from the Enzo)
(Know I love to smoke, you love the liq' more)
Written by: Cameron Gipp, Jacques Bermon Webster II, MIKE DEAN, Patrick Brown, Ray Murray, Rico Wade, Robert Barnett, Thomas Callaway, Trocon Roberts, Willie Edward Knighton, Willie Knighton Jr.