[Verse 1]
I make 'em weep, when I creep, with that two-tone Glock
Riding up the block
Profit in my sock
Make 'em leap, when I tweak
With that Mossberg pump
Slip and get you popped
Now you in the trunk locked
Let the car burn
And I let the weapon drop
Rubber gloves, no prints, never getting caught
Death to my opposition, life up in my blunt
Purgatory clips got you caught up in a rut
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Not enough evidence to ever ever charge me
Should've never started me
Baby don't you bother me
Lunatic, you losing it, but I already lost it peep

[Bridge]
When I get to creeping, motherfucker get your [?]
[?] I'mma bring you death
When I get to creeping, motherfucker get your [?]
[?] I'mma bring you death

[Verse 2]
Sitting in the crib, rolling doubles up
Thinking about them K2 days, it fuck my stomach up
Gripping on that Calico, M950 bitch
M59, slowly dying like I'm Whitney bitch
New Edition bumping out the trunk, I whip and flip a bitch
Spin the block, load a car, back
I'm finna hit this shit
Arm hanging out the window
Gleaming from the Rolly wrist
Mask to my face, I hit the limit, bullets limitless
I ain't the one to play with
You step up I get to spraying
I'm swanging like a mace
Touching rocks like a fucking Pagan
I'm on a mission
I'm with it till the fucking digging
Sunrise, sunset, always keep the stainless