Creepin'

Creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage, bo'guard blowing niggas balls off

I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

(2x)

Creeping with my automatic, running round

Laying motherfuckers down, straight up causing havoc any day

I done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face

Claiming that I owe them something man, don't let me catch no case

I don't really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off

You can call me Deadly Head, cause I'm blowing they balls off

Anybody bitch nigga don't test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski

Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw no

Pulling a gun on all why'all, disrespect me and fall down

This here my neck of the woods, where you goin' go who you goin' call now

Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier

And I don't need nothing, but murder music and doja

Creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage, bo'guard blowing niggas balls off

I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

(2x)

Right now I got the shit, that'll blow your balls off

And all this hating talking down, make a bitch want to snatch your tongue out

I'm creepin' with the sawed off, creepin' on hoes and careful what they talkin' bout

I'm hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can't figure out, uh-huh

I'm from the South, I'm breaking these bitches off

Making the news with headlines, she's dangerous and she's out

In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and rest

I'm touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can't pass my check

That's why I'm creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killer

You heard them guerrillas, we hurt you to make you feel us

Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away

Cause you don't want to fuck with Z-Ro and Cl'Che, when we ride now

Creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage, bo'guard blowing niggas balls off

I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

(2x)

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me

Cause ain't no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me

I'm coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton

Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting

In need of medical attention, lifting up motherfuckers like I'm bench pressing

Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching

Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo'

Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga there my nigga heart Lil' Ro

Picking me bitch I'm a real one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map

Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap

Beg your pardon, if you didn't know I'm a soldier

Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja

Creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage, bo'guard blowing niggas balls off

I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline

Ain't no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now

(2x)

Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets

Me keep me sawed off, right next to me

Watching a set of bitches, show they breasts to me

With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything

Bet I could hit a home run, nigga let me swing

Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun

And when I pull it, that's to show you that I got one