No Creepin'

Yeah Ay Say, bitch why you creepin' up on me This is my fucking property Synchronized with every beat And rulin' over anyone who sees I'm the playa that everybody likes Everyday playing a bit of counterstrike You're afraid of my lyricism Bitches act like they got autism Ram my homeboy he be like (Yo) "Shit those girls' toys" I got a few more punchlines Fightin' out at the frontlines Spreadin' out all those landmines At the top of the fuckin' headlines ye (Ayo?) Ye he be a loner Sitting all night round gettin' boners Just fucking watching Chris Nolan Everybody asking if he a stoner Nah man I'ont know Coming straight outta San Francisco Girls always asking for more He ain't got nothin' you can go Man, fake friends f*ck that Every single fuckin' time booty clap I got that happy demeanor Touch grass it better be greener No one ever fuckin' seen her Shawty take me to the bleachers Gotta get this fuckin' t-shirt Shawty got them attractive features So lemme take a bite outta that coin Oh f*ck wait I meant bitcoin My homies callin' code 73-O on this Bitch I ordered a hit (Nah) You better commit I'm spittin' all these bars Makin' a record out of it Producin' on the move All my bitches wanna groove I'm tryna act cool Makin' a fool Out of all of them We talking past tense Say, Say, Say, Say Bitch why you creepin' up on me This is my fucking property Synchronized with every beat And rulin' over anyone who sees I'm the playa' that everybody likes Everyday playin' a bit o' counterstrike You're afraid of my lyricism Bitches act like they got autism(Autism) Gotta say I'ma replicate Fuckin' talk slow No one's got a say If you talkin' shit Bitch, gimme a break Haters gonna hate You gotta stay at bay Maybe get laid It's night or day Sippin' Gatorade All night long Movin' fast pace Reaching heavens gates On that Cloud 9 shit (Smoke) Smokin' all night bitch Bar fights dart games Get my ass fucking beat Back in 2012 I was movin' out (2012) New place gotta figure shit out Walkin' on the road four rounds Early in the mornin' homeground Walkin' on them green Schoolgrounds Spinning on them merry go rounds Goin' back and forth two towns Wearin' them hand me downs Say, bitch why you creepin' up on me This is my fucking property Synchronized with every beat And rulin' over anyone who sees I'm the playa' that everybody likes Everyday playin' a bit o' Counterstrike You're afraid of my lyricism Bitches act like they got autism Ay we done here?