(Man wassup? It's Terror Reid, Pouya 408 305 coast to coast You know how the fuck we ride) I was born with the mind of a mad man Undastand Terror pushin dust like a fan God damn You just found out that i'm the man? where you been at? I get more head than a snapback cap It been like that since way before we bounced back We snatching diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back Fuck around and get jacked Nah ya can't have it back The vanilla villain always Keep his train on the track So gimme da cheese Hit the flo' Reid all up in ya hoe Bust a 4 5 nose dive you ain't make it out tha doe Now we standing toe to toe But i can't stand a filthy hoe You ain't about this life So check yo self and get ghost Oh, he ain't know? I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows About enough doe to make the 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 fuckin with a suspect He frontin and we know that We fuck em up in public He prolly off that prozac Swingin from my ballsack Just got the 9 shined bitch made and you don't want that You can't rap like me mofucka i just started Comin to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed So lemme pass it off to the OG trend setta Microphone shredda Ya'll muthafuckas betta Follow me follow me I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like ya 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) I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like a million in cash Grab the cheddar betta 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 Got the 40 clappin broad day like ay bay bay I'm feelin myself 40 thousand on the felt I gotta problem can somebody give me help? Betta yet a belt see me hanging from my ceilin' fan No I cant be yo Superman 'cause I cant save myself Baby bone got a bone to pick with rappers Thinkin they slick they quick to lick the dick They jumping ship the ship no loyalty Money money money yea the root of evil Got me jumping over backwards like Evil Knieval 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 turnin to jealousy then it turn into bullets I look my enemy in the eye Yelling "pussy just pull it" You bout that i doubt that I take yo baby momma straight to Outback And blew her fuckin back out, i'm bout that Follow me follow me (Follow me) I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like ya 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) I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like a million in cash Grab the cheddar betta wear a mask Outlaws in the cut we bout to burn yo ass (uh) (Yo) (Hot Boxin) (Pouya) (Reid) (In this bitch, uh)

Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Workin' for the weekend? Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop) Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas! Whoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah Big Juice tha Sip Only blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha) Ten, twenty, fifty, hunnids, I'm a real life trapper (Huhu-hu) Real life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay!) Whole clique strapped up, bitch we lookin' like ISIS (Troom, troom, troom, troom!) 30 deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No) It's just me myself and I, a 30 clip and a rifle Fuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel Call me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay!) Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Workin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop) Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch Tell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay) Count guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay) I could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (Never) Fuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way) Ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay) Ten shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make (So what I) Give a fuck, then do the math, cause I don't really care I go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah) Then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha) Had about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha) Favorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hunnid percent (I really do) I woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay) Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't) That Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face That Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place 10K for the feature and I just might up my rate I hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K I don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate Swallow my dick but don't get inside my mind 'Cause you won't get blown away Baby Bone, I got some issues Momma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me So I'm out here dodgin' missiles Nine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit Pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick No "Gucci Gang," but you know I got that Pump, bitch I'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin' Get off that carpet, you don't want no static Fully automatic, let you have it if you want it Gettin' money was a habit All my bitches was the baddest All my shooters hella savage Hunnid thousand in the attic IRS can never have it (Yeah) Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay) Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't) Lost ten homies, How can I feel blessed? I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check Money can't buy no happiness, they said They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck