Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip
Open up your mouth, and put my dick in there
Ridin' around your city with my f**ing clique
Kickin' in your house and I run that b**h
Hey, making mooza[?] on my motorolla
Whippin' up the pad and cooking baking soda
b**hes boofing[?] talking about they wanna hit
I flip the sh** and make a move[?] real quick
And imma row, MAC eleven with a silence kit
Drop a body make him pay for it
co*k it back and then I load the clip
Murda murda running through my mind
Drop a package on the way, (oh sh**)....
Talking sh** behind a keyboard
n***a run the fade
All my n***as shooters grippin ruger
n***a this is Judgement Day
You don't want to probably n***a talk that sh** n' see me face to face
Great days in blue fade[?], f** around and let me take your life away
p**y boy rappers they hatin' on me if you unleash the beast ain't nobody is safe
Creepin out the cut, with a [?] clique
Open up your mouth, and put my dick in there
Creepin out the cut, with a [?] clique
Open up your mouth, and put my dick in there
Ridin' around your city with my f**ing clique
Kickin' in your house and I run that b**h (x2)