Kreepin’ Out Da Kut

[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