Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Songwriter
Edmond Boateng
Edmond Boateng
Songwriter
Babak Anbari
Babak Anbari
Songwriter
Derek Sandoval
Derek Sandoval
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha
[Verse 2]
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha creep on
All about a vibe, go ahead, getcha freak on
She a sprinter, you don't gotta see the sneaks on
High heels through the night, with the Beyonce
Freak 'em dress, body language talkin' to me, say less
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha creep on
Know the vibes, go ahead, getcha freak on
[Verse 3]
Don't need a friend, you know in the back of your mind just what you want
And need, you don't got the time for all them stunts
Ain't no point duckin' shit, you make 'em jump
High knees for the summer, that bread up, now they wonder
Why she having so much fun, shorty on her thugga-thugga
Big-timer when she flaunt, she a number one stunner
Movin' like a debutante, she gon' ball how she wanna, yeah
[Verse 4]
She too grown for all them little games
Lookin' right at me, she know the vibe the same
She ain't fuckin' with no type of lame, yeah
She know I'm the type to beat it out of frame
[Verse 5]
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha creep on
All about a vibe, go ahead, getcha freak on
She a sprinter, you don't gotta see the sneaks on
High heels through the night, with the Beyonce
Freak 'em dress, body language talkin' to me, say less
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha creep on
Know the vibes, go ahead, getcha freak on
[Verse 6]
You ain't no sneaky link, but girl, I'll ring your cell phone
I know she sneaky, she gon' fuck me when her man gone
I ain't gonna lie, but I tell the bitch I'm too grown
She pull up in a Benz, I think that shit was two-tone
[Verse 7]
On my bed, she done made a mess
Just pull up in them pants, go and leave your dress, I can't lie your head's a mess
I know she creepin', she told him she gone for the weekend
I was on my way to pick her up, the pussy leakin'
[Verse 8]
Won't say I love you, I don't mean it
She better not call me with some problems, I don't need it
And when that bitch start runnin' games, I could peep it
You know I keep the racks right there where you can reach it
[Verse 9]
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha creep on
All about a vibe, go ahead, getcha freak on
She a sprinter, you don't gotta see the sneaks on
High heels through the night, with the Beyonce
Freak 'em dress, body language talkin' to me, say less
This not a sneaky link, but you can getcha creep on
Know the vibes, go ahead, getcha freak on
Written by: Babak Anbari, Derek Sandoval, Dimitri Roger, Edmond Boateng
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