Kryptid

All the time I turn around, brothas gather 'round / Always looking at me up and down, looking at my uhhh / I just wanna say it now, I ain't trying to 'round up / Drama little mama, I don't wanna take your man / And I know I'm coming off just a little bit conceited / And I keep on repeatin' how the boys wanna eat it / But I'm tryna tell, that I can't be treated like clientele