[Intro]
I will find out

[Chorus]
You're a creep
You're such a fucking creep

[Verse 1]
You be the type of n***a to be like
"Hmm, what you wearin?"
"Where you at?"
"I'm wearing something like-" don't lie to me bitch, I'm looking at you right now
Creepy motherfucker (Haha)
He's a creepy motherfucker—sounds like a creep
Your phone voice sounds like bad breath, creepy motherfucker

[Verse 2]
You be, you be the type to email a n***a some 'bout
"So I heard you was in LA,"
Who the fuck told you that?
Creepy motherfucker, haha

[Verse 3]
You would see a n***a you wanna do some music with
Grab his phone and call yourself
Creepy motherfucker, talkin' bout "I'mma find him"
Gеt yo ass out of here, creepy motherfuckеr
You the type of n***a—haha