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Man, what's up? It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch) 408, 305 Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride Here we go, let's go Uh, uh, yo, check it (I was) I was born with the mind of a madman Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan, goddamn You just found out that I'm the man, where you been at? I get more head than a snapback cap It's been like that since way before we bounced back We snatchin' diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can't have it back The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks So give me the cheese, hit the floor, Reid all up in your ho Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain't make it out the door Now we standin' toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy ho You ain't about this life so check yourself and get ghost Oh, he ain't know? I curl hoes' toes with my flavor blasted flows About enough dough to make a ocean explode This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host I'm with the 305, demon doin' the most And while we on the subject, you're fuckin' with a suspect He frontin' that we know that, we fuck him up in public He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from my ballsack Letras de cancionesJust got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don't want that You can't rap like me, mothafucka, I just started Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed So let me pass it off to the OG trendsetter Microphone shredder (Yuh), y'all mothafuckas better (Yuh) Follow me, follow me (Follow me) I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see Like your family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me (Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me) Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo) I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways It's always my way, baby, all-day It's my day today, I'm playin' with the AK (Brr, brr) Got the .40 clappin' broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay) I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt I got a problem, can somebody get me help? Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan No, I can't be your Superman 'cause I can't save myself Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers Thinkin' they slick, they quick to lick the dick They jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil Got me jumpin' over backwards like Evel Knievel Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is My bitches don't get fed until they bring me bread How many rappers in my city really want me dead? Hate turn into jealousy, then it turn into bullets I look my enemy in the eye, yellin', "Pussy, just pull it" You 'bout that? I doubt that I took your baby mama straight to outback And blew her fuckin' back out, I'm 'bout that Follow me, follow me (Follow me) I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see Like your family in the sea with they feet all in concrete, bitch Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me (Grab yo' daddy's gun and come with me) Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo) I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass Uh, yo, Hot Vodka Pouya, Reid In this bitch, uh From Letras Mania