Creeping

I be creeping, I be lurking

Forgies on the Cadillac, in the back back

Got a hundred bands in a brand new blue Birkin

Oh yeah, theses vv's, yeah, that's for certain

Diamonds on my body looking like Poseidon

Yeah, I be styling and profiling, bitch, I be working

Excuse me, I'm blunt, I been seeing you peeping me, bitch

Is you fuckin' a g or you not?

I ain't finna play with a hoe and I told you before

You ain't suckin', can't come to the spot

I treat all my bitches like classes, dismiss 'em

I'm only on this 'cause these **** is not

Getting y’all heart broke slipping, if a hoe in my mentions

She loyal or catchin' this glock

Glizzy, Tizzy

**** too close to me, he gon' die if he all in my face on face gang

These **** some hoes foreal

I done seen **** snitch to the laws, the duck chain game

I ain't stunting get 'em rolled foreal

I can be at a show with my killers on the same thang

Immaculate, know I'm too fresh to be fighting, they smacking shit

You better come with your blick, or you ducking dis

Still finna fuck a bitch mouth

Still finna clutch when it's hot

You ain't on shit, how you gon' run with ya gun

Knowing it's a bullet up top?

**** just hoes, that's all I got

Wait, tell how they living a lie

****, you said it, these **** living a lie

They bitching and capping a lot

Fronting for bitches that's fucking for free, have fun

I'm unique, knocking bitches off feet

Tell a hoe turn around, beat the cheeks off a freak

Face down, gang want her? Pass the hoe to OT

We killing these beats

A **** jump on after us?

You crazy, you gotta be sleep

Ripping this shit, hands down, I don't play with my money

Get paid to rap on these beats, ****

I be creeping, I be lurking

Forgies on the Cadillac, in the back bag

Got a hundred bands in a brand new blue Birkin

Oh, yeah theses vv's, yeah, that's for certain

Diamonds on my body looking like Poseidon

Yeah, I be styling and profiling, bitch, I be working

Feeling I'm making it rain, twin bringing the pain, fasho we get even

Say he creeping, well, I can't see 'em

Where he creeping, that's where I'ma leave 'em

Beef 'bout a ho, I don't care, she a eater

I step G Nikes, fresh pair with a heater, yeah

Stylist know I don't need it, me and twin on a block, say it's still getting deeper

Bitch, this lil E, I'm FG

Been known to get close, send 'em down when I creep

Do it on feet, Glock 23

In the name of my brudda, I'm stepping

Real smoke know it's potent

Say gang, what it do

Let me know I'm tryna scheme

Shot yotti rock his body

Left 'em all inna street

Hear the face gang, baby

They knowing what it be

That's me

And I'm clutching hard, don't get turned to a hashtag

Man, I'm high as hell in the cut with a big gat

And I want the money for real, still in the trenches, my ****, we thuggin' for real

Tic, tac, toe, X a **** out

Left leg up, wasn't playing, 'bout to hit now

Ain't got not time to waste, so I'm rushing

If it ain't 'bout money then why we discussing?

Toilet bowl, he disrespect me, I'ma flush 'em

I'm known for punching **** down, bloody knuckles

Pop goes the weasel, now he in trouble

I hopped out the porch and went found me a hustle

I be creeping, I be lurking

Forgies on the Cadillac, in the back back

Got a hundred bands in a brand new blue Birkin

Oh yeah, theses vv's, yeah, that's for certain

Diamonds on my body looking like Poseidon

Yeah, I be styling and profiling, bitch, I be working