Say No Mo'

I don't know dude, fucking, ship it

Ship it, dawg, I ain't got time for that shit, let's go, uh

Once again, my shit's low, fucking turn me up, turn it up

Reid in the cut, yo, uh

They don't be callin' me Terror for nothing

I'm always up to something

I'm bumpin' lines in a four-door, slumpin'

Dunkin' on punks who try to throw me off

Try to show me off

Acting like we tight, they wanna jack me off

But here's the thing

I make it loud until their ears ring

This rap game yang, so I must be the ying

Grab my thingy thing

Pass it to the left, and now we giggling

Toes tingling, I'll start mingling

Off top like Mysterio

Really lyrical

Terribly hysterical

I'll make 'em soggy like some cereal

Here we go, bitch, crack it open

I'm rollin' up a dooby, hockin' loogys while I'm smokin'

Yolkin'

Yo, I think your thing broken

Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open

I keep it raw, like my shawty ass when I smack it

I never practice, hand me a mic and I'll attack it

Samurai moves that make your neck turn elastic

I'll jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it

Dustin' off my tee, like you'll never believe

I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic, bitch? (Say no more)

My shit is boss when I'm spittin' it (Say no more)

Throw your hands, I'll throw mine

Catch you frontin' for the last time

I'ma blast your ass into the past time

You got a man that need a chin check? (Say no more)

Light em up like a cigarette? (Say no more)

I got the ice and the gold, the cash flow, and the clothes

But it still ain't enough, yo, I need some more

I really do

Let it ride

Let it ride out, till it dry out, let's go

Well, how it be? What it do?

Yeah fool, I'm lookin' at you

I been in it for a minute, can't limit what I do

So what's the deal? Disintegratin' mics is my skill

I'm off a couple pills, I just can't stay still

For real

And while I'm at it, let me grab the cash out the regi

My wordplay heavy and my trunk say Chevy

My mind constantly makin' nonsense

Processing what I want, it's Reid in the gauntlet

The best yet, I dress wet, no necklace

I'm blessed with a style that's straight reckless

Punk, say it with your chest, you know I'm next

And you can keep your bloody check

'Cause I do what I can to stack ricotta

Bust your medulla oblongata

Underground warlord jumpin' out the chopper

I never stoppa, it only take one shot to make your head poppa

I got the jumbo prawns, the brains, and the brawns

Rest in peace to Big L, yo, I gotta put it on

And like I said before, yo, my shit go

Like wheels on a track, you ain't even know (Say no more)