[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
N***a run the fade
All my n***as shooters gripping Ruger
N***a this is Judgement Day (ah)
You don't want to probably n***a 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)