Creepin

[Hook - 2x]

Creeping, with the sawed off

In a rage, bo'gaurd blowing niggaz balls off

I'm the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline

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

[Z-Ro]

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 mayn, 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 naw

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

This here my neck of the woods, where you gon go who you gon

call now

Military minded, I's a motherfucking soldier

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

[Hook - 2x]

[Cl'Che]

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

And all this hating talking down, make a bitch wanna snatch your

tongue out

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

they tal'n 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 killa

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

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

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

now

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]

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

[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]

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