Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stormin tha Gatez , by - Terror Reid. Release date: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stormin tha Gatez |
| Fuck you then, bitch! |
| Yo, hey yo |
| It be the animalistic, sadistic, cryptic mystic with the mega ballistics |
| Check the statistics |
| I’m stealing your sister’s digits |
| Rippin' timid midgets tippin infinite whippets |
| Sitting back, developing cataracts fast, from all these trash Millennial wack |
| rap acts |
| Oh, you call yourself a gangbangin' thug |
| Counting stacks and making racks off your trash raps, bitch relax |
| We all know |
| You’re still at the home with both your folks |
| You never been poked, you never fucked those hoes |
| You never even held a gun before |
| Silly bitches pretending they whippin' shit in the kitchen, well listen |
| Go and find your daddy’s shiny gun rack |
| Grab the biggest gat and make it fast before he comes back |
| Good, now find out where he keeps the bullets at |
| You’ll only need one so don’t grab the whole fucking pack |
| Welcome back to the real deal, it’s a whole meal |
| I’m the illest motherfucker who won’t hesitate to break the seal |
| Stormin' the gates |
| It’s back to the basics |
| I’ll let you taste it |
| Then peel your face, just face it |
| Cus' I’m the quickest shit since the invention of the wheel |
| I never fuck with bitches who ain’t wearing high heels |
| So kick back and witness the sickness that is this |
| It’s Terror Reid up in this |
| I’m writing a prescription |
| Find a comfy place, where you can sit down, now |
| Load a clip and put it in your mouth and bite down |
| But before you go splat, think back to another time |
| Where motherfuckers actually rhymed and crossed the line |
| Man, I’m sick of this shit |
| Can’t understand you when you spit |
| But when I can it’s the same motherfucking subject, pussy |
| Lean, backwoods, gold chains, and xanax |
| Nobody gives a fuck how much you spending on your Amex |
| Well fuck that shit, bitch I’m snorting motherfucking anthrax |
| Chop it up with an axe |
| Kick back, relax |
| I’ll beat myself with a bat |
| Cus' I’m a maniac, in fact |
| I’ll ask your fucking bitch to spit if I want a comeback |
| Matter of fact, that’s only half my ill intentions |
| I’ll teleport to the morgue and have a dead corpse convention |
| And after all that |
| Shit, I’ll hang up my hat, and say |
| Hey Satan, if you can hear me dawg, please call me back |
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