"Don't Creep" lyrics
Don't try to creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
(Trobi on the beat)
Lambo-Rari, when we park up
When we pullin' up, that's the line up
She goin' low for some new designer
I don't owe her, I just like her
Twenty thousand on some new designer
Said your Gucci, but got puttin' Chanel
Put them bags down, bitch, you greedy as hell
RS6s, RS7s as well
Keep the heat on me
Just in case they creep on me
Tighten that M down recently
I know they watch me frequently, yeah
Setting trends, we want raves to brand
Give my hand when they walk by my hand
I don't even post up on the 'gram
I'm too rude, you wouldn't understand
Told these labels I don't want your money
Tighten that M down, I ain't even worry
I just wonder why I chase these millions
All the people around me gonna love me
Would my brother check up and still call me
Would my sisters tell me that they love me
Someone tell my momma not to worry
In designer, I don't even want it
Don't try creep on me
Six shots, bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't, don't try creep on me
Six shots, bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't, don't try creep
Six shots, gon' make you sleep
My bro got thrown in jail
But it's calm cause he's out next week
Yeah, yeah, four by fours
Keepin' free when we go on tour
My LV kicks cost fourteen bills
I mind my step when I walk
Yeah, yeah, Louis jackets
Ten K on me, make a movie happen
We upgrade the stick like it's the newest fashion
I might link her and just Louis bag her
Yeah, I'm at Dior, the kicks
Put on my coat and floor the whip
If she ducks my call, I ignore the bitch
I ain't hit one broad that swerved the kid
I'm the one who drove by and swerved the whips
Used to ride round town in a dirty whip
Used to put three jars in my dirty drink
And now we comin' and we pimpin'
Amiri my style, miraculous
Gotta hide my face from cameras
From the Maybach truck to a party bus
If I was them then I'd be mad at us
Fuckin' amateurs
Don't try creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't, don't try creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't
Don't try to creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
(Trobi on the beat)
Lambo-Rari, when we park up
When we pullin' up, that's the line up
She goin' low for some new designer
I don't owe her, I just like her
Twenty thousand on some new designer
Said your Gucci, but got puttin' Chanel
Put them bags down, bitch, you greedy as hell
RS6s, RS7s as well
Keep the heat on me
Just in case they creep on me
Tighten that M down recently
I know they watch me frequently, yeah
Setting trends, we want raves to brand
Give my hand when they walk by my hand
I don't even post up on the 'gram
I'm too rude, you wouldn't understand
Told these labels I don't want your money
Tighten that M down, I ain't even worry
I just wonder why I chase these millions
All the people around me gonna love me
Would my brother check up and still call me
Would my sisters tell me that they love me
Someone tell my momma not to worry
In designer, I don't even want it
Don't try creep on me
Six shots, bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't, don't try creep on me
Six shots, bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't, don't try creep
Six shots, gon' make you sleep
My bro got thrown in jail
But it's calm cause he's out next week
Yeah, yeah, four by fours
Keepin' free when we go on tour
My LV kicks cost fourteen bills
I mind my step when I walk
Yeah, yeah, Louis jackets
Ten K on me, make a movie happen
We upgrade the stick like it's the newest fashion
I might link her and just Louis bag her
Yeah, I'm at Dior, the kicks
Put on my coat and floor the whip
If she ducks my call, I ignore the bitch
I ain't hit one broad that swerved the kid
I'm the one who drove by and swerved the whips
Used to ride round town in a dirty whip
Used to put three jars in my dirty drink
And now we comin' and we pimpin'
Amiri my style, miraculous
Gotta hide my face from cameras
From the Maybach truck to a party bus
If I was them then I'd be mad at us
Fuckin' amateurs
Don't try creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't, don't try creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
Don't
Don't try to creep on me
Six shots bang, go three for three
Have you dance like Mr. Bean
Leave you stretched like limousine
