"TERROR" lyrics
(Haha)
Fuck, shit
I'm in sin city wit' blicks, I really wanna' rock out
I jus' got off from 'dem folks, so I can't even pop out
Fuck me sum', I get it goin', they can't leave me 'lone
Top villain get his head blown, got accuracy with this chrome
8890s, I won't even play, mystery get him whacked (700)
See a opp walk through the field, lil' boy you can't even lack
Talking 'bout you, want smoke with fast?
I pop out in black, lil' gang ready to do it, I can't hold them back
S5 never lack
Keep a fucking 30 in my gap
Cause a fucking disaster, with lil' fast and some whores
Niggas think they Iron Man, lil flame' turn them to door
I can't even lack
Pop out, fucking black
S5 keep a strap
Niggas don't want that
Flip yo' fin-fin, everyday I sin
Gotta fuckin' drop on a opp, fast get him whacked
They stuffin' bags inside the trap, I rush inside the back
You can't run from fast, red tips catch yo' fucking back
Mystery wit' this gap, I can't lie, I'm a bad man
Niggas terrified when it smoke, walk down on yo' twin
You ain't even have yo' blick ready to [?], fuckin' face
I got hella guns, which trip do I want to rock today?
Rocking off-white shoes, put yo' glizzy up, we run up pape'
Get that lil' boy dimples, put a hole inside that lil' boy face
We gon' catch you late', unexpected, 90 shooter disaster
I been on too much of that dirty drank, I got a bad bladder
Lil bro cap as fuck, you ain't even did shit, you ain't even talk 'bout none'
On the fucking heist, I don't need no mask, I just fucking run
Bitch I'm blicked up, red .9, you ain't even wanna shoot
You want smoke wit' fast? That boy nervous, he really gotta' poop
Call me down bad, I was leanin' on that dirty juice
I got fox five sticks, keep me out the mix
Got a .5, it's a dirty blick, ran up green shit
Lil 7000, I be high as shit, you let me in yo' whip
Now you high, I got dirty Glocks, keep a fucking knot
You ain't even ready to dump that fye on war, so why you got a Glock?
Niggas don't want smoke wit' reaps, niggas don't want smoke wit' fast
Jump out, blast
But you demand it, put these high-lows in yo' ass
Got a 60' in the fucking trip, blicky' on my hip
Foreign bitch wanna give me lip', in a horseshoe, with 'dem trips
Smoking thornts out the fucking zip, lil' gang on me, red .9
Ready to run you down, lil boy better not get caught out of bounds
556, red tips, high-lows eat your shit
.762 stuffed in curvy clips, I'm trynna get Roddy Ricch
Lil 7000 draw down mystery, where the fuck they got his whip?
Lil 7000, I can't cool down, I got the bricks hot
You ain't even want the smoke with fast for real, we brought them blicks out
Bent the fuckin' corner, lil bro ain't no villain, he bitched out
Fuck the middleman, I want the kingpin
Fuck, shit
Fuck, shit
I'm in sin city wit' blicks, I really wanna' rock out
I jus' got off from 'dem folks, so I can't even pop out
Fuck me sum', I get it goin', they can't leave me 'lone
Top villain get his head blown, got accuracy with this chrome
8890s, I won't even play, mystery get him whacked (700)
See a opp walk through the field, lil' boy you can't even lack
Talking 'bout you, want smoke with fast?
I pop out in black, lil' gang ready to do it, I can't hold them back
S5 never lack
Keep a fucking 30 in my gap
Cause a fucking disaster, with lil' fast and some whores
Niggas think they Iron Man, lil flame' turn them to door
I can't even lack
Pop out, fucking black
S5 keep a strap
Niggas don't want that
Flip yo' fin-fin, everyday I sin
Gotta fuckin' drop on a opp, fast get him whacked
They stuffin' bags inside the trap, I rush inside the back
You can't run from fast, red tips catch yo' fucking back
Mystery wit' this gap, I can't lie, I'm a bad man
Niggas terrified when it smoke, walk down on yo' twin
You ain't even have yo' blick ready to [?], fuckin' face
I got hella guns, which trip do I want to rock today?
Rocking off-white shoes, put yo' glizzy up, we run up pape'
Get that lil' boy dimples, put a hole inside that lil' boy face
We gon' catch you late', unexpected, 90 shooter disaster
I been on too much of that dirty drank, I got a bad bladder
Lil bro cap as fuck, you ain't even did shit, you ain't even talk 'bout none'
On the fucking heist, I don't need no mask, I just fucking run
Bitch I'm blicked up, red .9, you ain't even wanna shoot
You want smoke wit' fast? That boy nervous, he really gotta' poop
Call me down bad, I was leanin' on that dirty juice
I got fox five sticks, keep me out the mix
Got a .5, it's a dirty blick, ran up green shit
Lil 7000, I be high as shit, you let me in yo' whip
Now you high, I got dirty Glocks, keep a fucking knot
You ain't even ready to dump that fye on war, so why you got a Glock?
Niggas don't want smoke wit' reaps, niggas don't want smoke wit' fast
Jump out, blast
But you demand it, put these high-lows in yo' ass
Got a 60' in the fucking trip, blicky' on my hip
Foreign bitch wanna give me lip', in a horseshoe, with 'dem trips
Smoking thornts out the fucking zip, lil' gang on me, red .9
Ready to run you down, lil boy better not get caught out of bounds
556, red tips, high-lows eat your shit
.762 stuffed in curvy clips, I'm trynna get Roddy Ricch
Lil 7000 draw down mystery, where the fuck they got his whip?
Lil 7000, I can't cool down, I got the bricks hot
You ain't even want the smoke with fast for real, we brought them blicks out
Bent the fuckin' corner, lil bro ain't no villain, he bitched out
Fuck the middleman, I want the kingpin
Fuck, shit
