I'll be creepin', I'll be lurkin'Forties on the Cadillac in the back bagGot a hundred bands and a brand new blue Birkin'Oh yeah, these VVs, yeah, that for certainDiamonds on my body lookin' like PosadaYeah, I'll be stylin' it, profilin' it, I'll be workin'I've been seein' you peepin' me, bitch, you fuckin' a G or you notAin't safe in the play with a, and I told you beforeYou ain't suckin', can't come to the spotI chill out my, like, class dismissin'I'm only on this, cause these, it's notGettin' y'all heartbroken, *My miss, she loyal, I'm catchin' this GlockGlizzy, Tizzy, too close to meHe gon' die for y'all in my face-on-face gameThese, for real, I done seenSnitch to the lost duck chain gangI ain't startin' to get on road, for realI can be here to show my killers on the same thingImmaculate, know I'm too fresh to be fightin'They smack, you better come with your blinkerYou duckin' it, steal from the, mouthSteal from the clutch when it's highYou ain't no, how you gon' run with your gun?Knowin' it's a bullet up top, just, whooThat's all I got, wait till they livin' a lotYou said it, livin' a lotThey, then cappin' a lotFrontin' for, that's, for freeHave fun, all you need, knockin' out feetTell a, turn around, with the cheese, I'm a freakFace down, game, wanna pass out the OTWe killin' these beats, a, jump on after usYou crazy, you gotta be sleepin'Rippin' these, hands down, I don't play with my moneyGet paid to rap on these beatsI be creepin'I be creepin'I be lurkin', 40s on the CadillacIn the back, back, got a hundred bandsAnd a brand new blue BirkinOh, yeah, they VVs, yeah, that for certainDiamonds on my body, lookin' like PoseidonYeah, I be stylin' and profilin', I be workin'Feelin' I'm makin' it rain, twinBringin' the pain, for sure we get itSay he creepin', well, I can't see himWhere he creepin', that's where I'ma leave himBout a, I don't care, *, eitherI step, eat, night, fresh, pale with a heaterYeah, starless, no, I don't need itMe and twin on the block, say it's still gettin' deepBitch, this lil' E, I'm FGBeen on to get close to him, down when I creepDo it on feet, block 23Real smoke, nice poloSay, gang, what it do?Let me know, I'm tryin' to schemeLive a mile in the street, live the first game, babyThey know I'm with the D, that's meAnd I'm clutchin' hard, don't get turned to a hashtagMan, I'm high as Lil' in the cup with a big gapGot backAnd I want the money for realStealin' a chance to myT-Tek, toe, it's God, left, left, good, whoop, down by the hillI ain't got no time to wasteWhy I'm rushin'?This fin ain't bout moneyThen why we discussin'?Toilet bowl, they disrespect meI'ma flush him, I'm known for punchin'Down bloody knucklesPop goes the weaselNow he in troubleI hopped off the poacherWent and found me a hustlerI be creepin', I be lurkin'40s on the Cadillac in the backBack out of 100 bands and a brand new blue BirkinOh, yeah, they VVs, yeah, that for certainDollars on my body lookin' like PosadaYeah, I be stylin' and profilingI be workin'I be workin', I be workin', I be workin', I be workin'