Outlawz
(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)
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)
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Tanner Petulla
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