[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