Outlawz

(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)