[Hook]

Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)

Open up your mouth, I put my dick in it (my dick in it)

Ridin' around your city with my fucking clique (my fucking clique)

Kickin' in your house and I run that bitch (run that bitch)

[Verse]

Hey, making moves I'm on my Motorolla

Whippin' up the pad and cooking baking soda

Bitches boofing talking about they wanna hit

I flip the shit and make a move [?] real quick

I'm on a row

MAC eleven with a silence kit

Drop a body make him pay for it

Cock it back and then I load the clip

Murda, murda running through my mind

Drop a package on the way, (oh shit)

Talking shit behind a keyboard

Nigga run the fade

All my niggas shooters gripping Ruger

Nigga this is Judgement Day (ah)

You don't want to probably nigga talk that shit and see me face to face (yah)

Great days in blue fade[?], fuck around and let me take your life away

Pussy boy rappers they hatin' on me if you unleash the beast ain't nobody is safe

[Hook]

Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)

Open up your mouth, I put my dick in it (my dick in it)

[Outro]

Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)

Open up your mouth, I put my dick in it (my dick in it)

Ridin' around your city with my fucking clique (my fucking clique)

Kickin' in your house and I run that bitch (run that bitch)

Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)

Open up your mouth, I put my dick in it (my dick in it)

Ridin' around your city with my fucking clique (my fucking clique)

Kickin' in your house and I run that bitch (run that bitch)