| I be low
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| And I be high
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| Niggas know
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| So I creep
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| So I creep
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| I was trapped, I must confess
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| Niggas got me with the okie-dokie
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| Did the Okeechobee, nigga, now it’s chess
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| Okinawa, that’s the power puff
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| Boy, that flower I been concentrating
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| All this constant hating got me powered up
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| Keep it humble, crumble sour soss
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| Keep it bumble, try to pollinate
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| Keep it low-key, niggas fumble bags
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| With the humble brag, overcompensating
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| Under radar, niggas know I creep
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| She want Prada, she a Meryl Streep
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| Snooze button, niggas counting sheep
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| Kinda funny that’s when I’m woke
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| Still tippin' on my fuckin' toes
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| Back, back with a vengeance
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| Like getting head in the back of the Benzs
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| Bitch get blocked, now she back in my mentions
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| Slide to the 'burb, then we back to the trenches
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| Bitch, I creep
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| Came with the business, bae with the business
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| K with extension, aim with the click and
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| Hater resistant, hang with the gangstas
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| Lay with the bitches
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| Bitch, I creep
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| Never no slippin'
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| Bitch, we bang like beat with the system
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| Fuck police, got beef with the system
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| Beef with a nigga, then you sleep with the fishes
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| Bitch, I creep
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| Uh, chain go clink
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| Brand new coupe look mango pink
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| Chain look just like ice skate rink
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| This I-C-B in a ice cold mink
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| And bitch, I creep |