Kreepin’ Out Da Kut

Lyrics

[Chorus: Glock Mane] Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam [Verse 1: J-Bane] Stalkin' with they opp Leavin' bodies outlined with white chalk Creepin' out the dark, lurkin' and aimin' straight at niggas hearts Blood is on my pants, bloody hands, I can't understand Takin' these niggas loot and leavin' they bodies buried under sand Psychopathic lunatic, creep at night with that thang When my mind click, I start to trip and blast on niggas mane So go ahead, nigga, try to buck Go on and test my nuts Try to run up on me and get served, just like Pizza Hut Oh my god, robbin' my daily job when I start to mob Catch a hoe walkin' outside the store, that trick is gettin' robbed Jump over the fence, tell that bitch - "Drop it off, break yourself" Bitch, don't try to scream or try to yell, 'cause can't nobody help Bounce the scene with her green Hit the cut, step back up You can run and tell the police whodunit, I don't give a fuck Victim of another sting, gotta stack up my change Body parts get rearranged, creepin' out the cut mane [Chorus: Glock Mane] Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam [Verse 2: J-Bane] On my track, still sellin' that crack while I watch my back Me and Killa C be on the scheme to make our pockets fat Pullin' jacks, puttin' hoes on the track, whatever's on our mind 'Cause he creepin' with that .22, J-Bane got that nine Tricks surprised when I scheme, S.T.A, A.N.G, E.M.T, I.C.U's Funeral home, R.I.P Mortuary, cemetery, black hearse on the scene Plastic locked, static shock, casket dropped six feet deep When I creep, niggas D-I-E creepin' out the cut Fuck them hoes, fuck them niggas too 'cause I don't give a fuck Microroll, off that weed, high as Hell, above the trees Breakin' niggas to they knees, 'til they beg and yell and plead And they scream, in they spleen, infrared red beam Chop 'em like a guillotine, then I bounce like trampolines 'Cause J-Bane still don't give a fuck, when I'm creepin' out the cut Stingin' 'fore these niggas buck, bodies buried under mud [Chorus: Glock Mane] Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut with my yam Creepin' out the cut Creepin' out the cut with my yam