Outlawz (feat. Pouya)

(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)