Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outlawz, artist - Terror Reid. Album song HOT VODKA 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TERROR REID
Song language: English
Outlawz |
| Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride |
| Here we go, let’s go |
| Uh, uh, yo, check it |
| (I was) 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 tracks |
| So give me the cheese, hit the floor, Reid all up in your ho |
| Bust the four-five, 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 a 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 my ballsack |
| Just got the .9 shined, bitch made, and you don’t want that |
| You can’t rap like me, mothafucka, 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 (Yuh), y’all mothafuckas better (Yuh) |
| 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 yo' daddy’s gun and come with me |
| (Grab yo' daddy’s gun and come with me) |
| Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo) |
| I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see |
| Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better 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 (Brr, brr) |
| Got the .40 clappin' broad day like «A Bay Bay» (A Bay Bay) |
| 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 turn into jealousy, then it turn 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 fuckin' back out, I’m 'bout that |
| 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 yo' daddy’s gun and come with me |
| (Grab yo' daddy’s gun and come with me) |
| Follow me, follow me (Follow me, woo) |
| I can show you everything you weren’t supposed to see |
| Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask |
| Outlaws in the cut, we 'bout to burn yo' ass |
| Uh, yo, HOT VODKA |
| Pouya, Reid |
| In this bitch, uh |