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TERROR REID - OUTLAWZ FEAT. POUYA (+lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Vocals
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Songwriter
Kevin Pouya
Kevin Pouya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Producer
Getter
Getter
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 track
So give me the cheese, hit the floor
Reid all up in your ho
Bust the .45, 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 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're fuckin' with a suspect
He frontin' that we know that, we fuck him up in public
He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from ball sack
Just got the nine shined, bitch, made, and you don't want that
You can't rap like me, motherfucker, 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, y'all motherfuckers better
[Verse 2]
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 your daddy's gun and come with me
(Grab your daddy's gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask
Outlawz in the cut, we 'bout to burn your ass
[Verse 3]
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 a baby
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 turned into jealousy, then it turned 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 fucking back out, I'm 'bout that
[Verse 4]
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 your daddy's gun and come with me
(Grab your daddy's gun and come with me)
Follow me, follow me (Follow me)
I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see
Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask
Outlawz in the cut, we 'bout to burn your ass
Written by: Pouya, Tanner Petulla
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