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, profilin' it, I'll be workin'
I've been seein' you peepin' me, bitch, you fuckin' a G or you not
Ain't safe in the play with a, and I told you before
You ain't suckin', can't come to the spot
I chill out my, like, class dismissin'
I'm only on this, cause these, it's not
Gettin' y'all heartbroken, *
My miss, she loyal, I'm catchin' this Glock
Glizzy, Tizzy, too close to me
He gon' die for y'all in my face-on-face game
These, for real, I done seen
Snitch to the lost duck chain gang
I ain't startin' to get on road, for real
I can be here to show my killers on the same thing
Immaculate, know I'm too fresh to be fightin'
They smack, you better come with your blinker
You duckin' it, steal from the, mouth
Steal from the clutch when it's high
You ain't no, how you gon' run with your gun?
Knowin' it's a bullet up top, just, whoo
That's all I got, wait till they livin' a lot
You said it, livin' a lot
They, then cappin' a lot
Frontin' for, that's, for free
Have fun, all you need, knockin' out feet
Tell a, turn around, with the cheese, I'm a freak
Face down, game, wanna pass out the OT
We killin' these beats, a, jump on after us
You crazy, you gotta be sleepin'
Rippin' these, hands down, I don't play with my money
Get paid to rap on these beats
I be creepin'
I be creepin'
I be lurkin', 40s on the Cadillac
In the back, 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 Poseidon
Yeah, I be stylin' and profilin', 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
Bout a, I don't care, *, either
I step, eat, night, fresh, pale with a heater
Yeah, starless, no, I don't need it
Me and twin on the block, say it's still gettin' deep
Bitch, this lil' E, I'm FG
Been on to get close to him, down when I creep
Do it on feet, block 23
Real smoke, nice polo
Say, gang, what it do?
Let me know, I'm tryin' to scheme
Live a mile in the street, live the first game, baby
They know I'm with the D, 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 back
And I want the money for real
Stealin' a chance to my
T-Tek, toe, it's God, left, left, good, whoop, down by the hill
I ain't got no time to waste

Why 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'
Down bloody knuckles
Pop goes the weasel
Now he in trouble
I hopped off the poacher
Went and found me a hustler
I be creepin', I be lurkin'
40s on the Cadillac in the back
Back out of 100 bands and a brand new blue Birkin
Oh, yeah, they VVs, yeah, that for certain
Dollars on my body lookin' like Posada
Yeah, I be stylin' and profiling
I be workin'
I be workin', I be workin', I be workin', I be workin'