Creepin'

I be fucking with this one nigga and I be fucking with this other one next And I don’t care what none of y’all say cuz they both spending bread and throwing neck Look he feeling the babe so you know I let him hit it Foreign in a foreign all black Benz tinted And he got money he ain’t rent it Got these bitches jelly doing donuts when we spin in I ain’t claim the nigga but it’s still don’t look at him You see him that’s me, on the low yea I creep with him Yea I sit the P on him You could find me in the V with him And every time we f*ck yo I swear he gotta leave it in Yo freak bitch he knew he need it when he seen it Ill nigga knew I need him more than she did Chilling in the coupe let him have it Braggin, that my hidden nigga is a savage If I let you hit would you tell em Cuz I might deny you at the supper when the bill comes You know it’s the babe and I live up to my name Hella game never played and my clout stays the same Yo, I be styling when I come out Niggas got they tongue out cuz The Babe what the talk bout Fly ass bitch and they all wanna hit 5’7 chocolate baddie and you know I’m hella thick Blue checks in my dm They think I wanna meet em I front up like we gon link but I never see em I just want the money and a little bit of neck No text keep it cute and just Cashapp all your checks, yes I like what I like when I want it So you gotta be all in or give me nothing But don’t tell our secret keep it on the hush I f*ck with your vibe but creepin’ is a must