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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TERROR REID
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Petulla
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TERROR REID
Producer
Getter
Producer
Lyrics
So check it out, finna tell you what I'm all about
Ya time's runnin out, so don't make me spell it out
Ya fuck with Reid and that's a doubt
I'll pull up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth
With the magnum
My style stay platinum
Skills you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one
Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples
Pretty simple
Fuck around and get crippled
'Cause first thing's first, bitch I'm the boss
Chew you like floss
Leave ya face without a bottom jaw
Let the game die, bitch I'll kill it if I have to
And if they ask who they better not ask you
'Cause you don't wanna fuck wit a pimp
Got a dick like a blimp, so I walk wit a limp
I'm here to show ya folks that I'm the realest it can get
I'll bet my style so smooth i'll make ya mommas coochie wet
And when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
Mothafuckas think I'm losing it (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
When it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
One, two, three, four to the five
Suicide ain't work, I'm still alive
Six, seven, eight, and the 9-millimeter
Ten shots make you hot like a heater
Don't trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut
Takin' off the mask, movin' up
My shit suck less than a hoe with a flat chest
Bitch look sick, so I took her to the vet
Bet my rhymes just be wicked like that
Throwing up the set with a fully automatic
I got the rhythm with the most steez
Hoe please
And now they kneelin' down on both knees
Break ya bitch like bread, coast to coast
Bodies be dead when I boast
My shit gross
The host with the most, burn ya like queso
You got a problem? - just say so
And when it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
Mothafuckas think I'm losing it (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
When it's all gone (what you believe in?)
Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?)
I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?)
But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up, like
Writer(s): Tanner Petulla
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