I'll be creepin', I'll be lurkin'
Forties on the Cadillac in the back bag
Got a hundred bands and a brand new blue Birkin'
Oh yeah, these VVs, yeah, that for certain
Diamonds on my body lookin' like Posada
Yeah, I'll be stylin' it, profile it, bitch, I'll be workin'
Excuse me, I'm blah, I've been seein' you peepin' me
Bitches, you fuckin' a G or you not?
I ain't steppin' to play with a *
And I told you before, you ain't suckin', can't come to the spot
I chill out my bitches like glass dismissin'
I'm only on this cause these niggas is not
Gettin' y'all heartbroken, for who am I missin'?
She loyal, I'm catchin' this Glock
Sexy, tizzy, nigga too close to me
He gon' die for y'all in my face-on-face game
These niggas some hoes, for real
I done seen niggas snitch to the lost duck chain gang
I ain't startin' to get on road, for real
I can be at a show with my killers on the same thing
Immaculate, know I'm too fresh to be fightin'
They smackin' *, you better come with your blicker
You duckin' it, still finna * a bitch's mouth
Still finna clutch when it's hot, you ain't no *
How you gon' run with your gun, knowin' it's a bullet up top
Niggas just hoes, that's all I got
Wait till they livin' a lot, nigga, you said it
These niggas livin' a lot, they bitchin' and cappin' a lot
Frontin' for bitches, that's fuckin' for free
Have fun, all you need, knockin' bitches off feet
Tell a hoe to turn around, bit the cheese, I'm a freak
Face down, gang wanna pass the whole to OT
We killin' these beats, a nigga jump on after us
You crazy, you gotta be sleek, rippin' this *
Hands down, don't play with my money, get paid
Don't rap on these beats, nigga
I be creepin', I be lurkin'
40s on the Cadillac in the back
Got a hundred bands and a brand new blue Birkin
Oh, yeah, they VVs, yeah, that for certain
Diamonds on my body lookin' like Pasadena
I be stylin' and profilin', bitch, I be workin'
Feelin' I'm makin' it rain, twin bringin' the pain
For sure we get it, say he creepin'
Well, I can't see him, where he creepin'?
That's where I'ma leave him, be by the hoe I don't catch him
Eat a step, eat night, fresh peb with a heater
Yeah, starless, no, I don't need him
Me and twin on the block, say he still gettin'
Bitch, this lil' E, I'm FG
Bein' known to get close to him down when I creep
Do it on feet, block 23
Real smoke, nice pose
Say, gang, what it do? Let me know, I'm tryin' to scheme
Live a mile in the street, let a friend say
Baby, they know I'm with the beat, that's me
And I'm clutchin' hard, don't get turned to a hashtag
Man, I'm high as Lil' in the cup with a big gap
Got * bag
And I want the money for real
Stealin' the chicks, my nigga, we talkin' for real
T-T-Totus, nigga, I live for that good work
T-T-Totus, nigga, I live for that good work

I ain't got no time to waste, so I'm rushin'
This fin ain't bout money, then why we discussin'?
Toilet bowl, they disrespect me, I'ma flush him
I'm known for punchin' niggas down bloody nooks
Pop goes the weasel, now he in trouble
I hopped out the poacher, went and found me a hustler
I be creepin', I be lurkin'
40s on the Cadillac in the back bag
Got a hundred bands and a brand new blue Birkin
Oh, yeah, they VVs, yeah, that for certain
Dammit, I'm about to look at La Posada
Yeah, I be stylin' and profile a bitch, I be workin'
I ain't got no time to waste, so I'm rushin'