Terrors (feat. GameOver2x)

I got this 40 in my lap
Don't run up on me
Shells jumping out that pot like macaroni
It's enough room on that shirt for all yo homies
It's enough room in the dirt
Don't run up on me

My aim is amazing
This Mac giving facelifts
Rearrange ya braces
Spray it
Leave you faceless
The DA giving out cases
We keep coming bacc like Jason
RCPD got my dicc all in they mouth, bitch how it taste
Lift that cutter
Swang wide
Side to side with it
Introduce my main bitch to all my side bitches
My ex text me on my birthday
Sent a selfie, damn that hurt me
Now I gotta change my number
How the hell do I got service when I'm on a yacht?
Told that bitch get lost
Now these hoes calling me DJ Khaled
A broke nigga asks what it cost, but a nigga like me is jus havin
Break a bitch like a habit
Fucced around, blew my first hunnit thousand
Fucc it I'm thuggin
It's nothing, they say the first hunnits the hardest
The second one come a lil faster
Break a bitch like a habit
Fucced around, blew my first hunnit thousand
Fucc it I'm thuggin
It's nothing, they say the first hunnits the hardest
Issa custom
I lost money on it
Fucc it, I got what I wanted
This rolls is a wraith
Switched out the ghost
It's haunted
Left stains on it
No I did not leave no condoms
But shit did get super ugly
I left kids all on the seat
Tuccin hunnits in a safe
I ain't never tucc a chain
But a took a couple chains and left a couple niggas changed
Pistol whip him
Cracc the frame
That's word to Shay
Bitch I BUST
We not the same
Eighty Gang
BADLAND MAFIA EXCHANGE
HOE

Stale Face
Thizz Fa$e
Stale Face
Thizz Fa$e

I bought my young shooter a range
Cause that lil nigga got range
And he just bought a switch
That bitch go BRRRRRRRRR
Insane
If he pop out that roof
That's game
Yo shooter need that Molly
Off that boot
That's a shame
My dawg jus bought a raptor
I got one too, now we the same
My shorty signed a deal
He got a chopsticc
And a chain
And I heard you signin' statements
Shit don't change
Except for niggas
When this 4 niccel pop hot lead thru frames

I got this 40 in my lap
Don't run up on me
Shells jumping out this pot like macaroni
It's enough room on that shirt for all yo homies
It's enough room in that dirt
Don't run up on me
I got this 40 in my lap
Don't run up on me
Shells jumpin' out this pot like macaroni
It's enough room on that shirt for all yo homies
It's enough room in that dirt
Don't run up on me

Stale Face
Thizz Fa$e
The Feds ain't piccin up this case...
Stale Face
Thizz Fa$e
The Feds ain't piccin up this case...
STALE FACE
THIZZ FA$E
THE FEDS AIN'T PICCIN UP THIS CASE
STALE FACE
THIZZ FA$E
THE FEDS AIN'T PICCIN UP THIS CASE