Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TERROR REID
TERROR REID
Performer
Domsta
Domsta
Performer
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Rap
Dominick Ferranti
Dominick Ferranti
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Petulla
Tanner Petulla
Songwriter
Dominick Ferranti
Dominick Ferranti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Domsta
Domsta
Producer
Getter
Getter
Producer

Lyrics

Terror Reid:
Go take a break and lemme talk shit
Anotha Blade up in the back, aint hurt a bit
Members only grippin wads up inna fist
I flipped the latch again so go redact da fuckin script
Run up on em think hell blast ya in the thorax
Deez faggots lackin funds got me sleepin like im snorlax
I think im boutta slide up outta here i need some mo wax
We trackin hella dirt up in dis bitch might need a floormat
Grab dey neck before i Tune em like a instrument
My Sword style intricate, Im Swingin off dem stimulants
Bitch
Dont give a fuck i feel magnificent
Im Screamin from the studio wit dom stayin vigilant
Domsta:
I contemplate on later dates Of countin' cake
Turn a middle man to skin and bones Fuckin' up this play
Don't eye my plate hoe increase ya weight
Bag it up flappin' off the boat
Straight to shrimp and steak
Double R with the D-O-M-S-T-A
Just two playas hailin' from the coast Baby born and raised
Hate to see me clean and paid Shinin' thru the shade
Charger in the trunk shinin' grain
Rollin' on them thangs
5.7 chambered pistol Goin' through the Chevy
Kinda hard to track this hawk With that little hemi
Sad attempt to clip these wings
You get touched for twenties Send 'em to the light
See the blanco when you meet this benny
Terror Reid:
No friends, no problem bitch its what-ever
Im at the bottom of the sea just to feel the pressure
Aint my fault yall mothafuckas turned me to a leper
Greedy bitches beggin me for bread, keep it off da record
But daz a story for another day
Im hangin back i got da scope up on ya far away
The kiss a death will smooch ya booty either way
Nah Im just pissed because ya wife forgot another payment yesterday
Got my Time around my neck is like im flava flav
My mental cage got cold bars Aint slept fo days
been on the stage just to see if itll cool the rage
If i lose my place fuck a mark ima burn the page
Domsta:
I'm sorry but I gotta keep me high
Head in the stars Heart in the sky
Couldn't bring me down with bricks for shoes Hoe trust me they tried
Would have to sell 300 dimes Couple thousand times
Just to make the same today I shake no hand I clock no time
Let me show you by example Hate my motivation
Hate me cause I come just to collect
Don't spark one conversation
Provide the next generation
And hope they keep it sacred Play it safe
Watch ya children starve You heathens livin' shameless
Broke and famous
American dream you better make it
Thirty-eight tucked in my sleeve I let it go like Samus
Young and dangerous World in my hands I had to take it
Promise if I get to lay one finger You won't come up stainless
Written by: Dominick Ferranti, Tanner Petulla
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