[Intro]
Creep, creep, no TLC
Creep, creep, only 23
Brr, brr, brr hello
Aye, Mike Hector on the beat, Hector on the beat
Let's start by learning the Falconer-
[Hook]
Aye, I been creepin lately, bitch i’m in your window
Brown boy lighting incense, bitch, this ain't Indo
And my P.O. cool as hell, so I can't lie to folks
But it’s still fuck 12, brodie keep a pole
Ain't gon' fuck her, 'less I turn her to a fan, yeah
She go stupid off 'em buses, fuck 'em Xans, yeah
Brr, Mike, Brr, Max, make a flip I got a plan, yeah
Tear up the block in a cat, I do that shit cause I can, I put 'em sticks in a van
[Verse 1]
I ain't fuckin’ with ’em white folks, it's fuck Keaton
Aye, choppa turn a Ray Lewis into Steve Gleason
And I’m runnin' up that money counter, i'm frr-beepin'
I just passed me two hoes, while you MJ beat-beat it (Get it?)
And you signed, got the advance, got a re-re-remix
And you still ain’t pop, watch the top drop, bought it off features
I'ma zone in on some money, now the bitch heat seeker
Said that you was bout that smoke, but you quit like Neeson
I'm Top Dog, like Reason, dog just brought the Ps in
Ain't gon' flip 'em hoes, even though they bring the cheese in
Yadada my city, take Molly like it's Ibiza
I just pray that Water get his Visa, we gon' break the speakers
We gon go ku, like Vegeta
Max prolly in the cut, eating Fritos with the plug
White hoe love him, i'ma call him J. Bieber
Bitch i'm with the gang, with the Ether
Hoe it's Krishu, bih!
[Hook]
Aye, I been creepin lately, bitch i'm in your window
Brown boy lighting incense, bitch, this ain't Indo
And my P.O. cool as hell, so I can't lie to folks
But it's still fuck 12, brodie keep a pole
Ain't gon' fuck her, 'less I turn her to a fan, yeah
She go stupid off 'em buses, fuck 'em Xans, yeah
Brr, Mike, Brr, Max, make a flip I got a plan, yeah
Tear up the block in a cat, I do that shit cause I can, I put 'em sticks in a van
[Verse 2]
Beep, beep, what's that? It's the Benz Truck
Pull up in that Dually, with them sticks, you get hemmed up, grrt
Money ring, money phone go: "brrt, brrt!"
Bad bitch, get curved, rather hear counter go "frrr"
You know Mike ain't water whippin', but he making Butter Chicken
We hide choppas in the chimney, smoking cookies like it's Christmas
And I know she wanna fuck me, ain't no hoes up on the wishlist
'99 Wheezy, bitch i'm blinging, Hector got my phone ringing
As a baby I was prolly at Baby GAP, tryna shoplift
Knock her teeth out, with my dick, she like "Krishu thopth it!"
Beamer coupe, Spenny got it modded, Alvin got the chopstick
Said my dick look like a mopstick, her head under like Ostrich
I hit Peter he at Rowan, we got sticks just like it's rowing
Get the pack early like Cowen, i'ma pay the bitch to play like Brian Bowen
Ain't gon' lie, when I fuck her, hope I nut fast
Go through her bag, go and get cash
Then I make slaps, Krishu, bitch!
[Hook]
Aye, I been creepin lately, bitch i'm in your window
Brown boy lighting incense, bitch, this ain't Indo
And my P.O. cool as hell, so I can't lie to folks
But it's still fuck 12, brodie keep a pole
Ain't gon' fuck her, 'less I turn her to a fan, yeah
She go stupid off 'em buses, fuck 'em Xans, yeah
Brr, Mike, Brr, Max, make a flip I got a plan, yeah
Tear up the block in a cat, I do that shit cause I can, I put 'em sticks in a van
[Outro]
Falconer
2300, fuck all that other shit, bitch!
Krishu
