"4 Tha Moon" lyrics

[Pouya:]
Running with a mask and a Glock
Hot vodka in the flask
Terror told me get him, I got him
I'm on yo ass
Startle me, don't bother me
I'm sick of living modestly
So I got two Ferraris and a bag full of cash
Hand full of ass, you rappers smoking glass
I'm a blast from the past with these flows
Imma pass the OG
Original, I'm daddy to you bastards
Two white bitches in the Benz
She yellin' MAGA
Fuck the opposition my mission is fuck 'em all
Rollin' with a 9 and I keep it tucked in my drawers
Pull up in two vans like we coming off the wall
Boy you shoulda never got involved
I feel like my life is a typhoon
I should have went to bed
But I stuck around for the moon
You can hear my mind cry when it's quiet
At any moment explode and start a riot
Life on autopilot, yuh

[Terror Reid:]
Pala untamed
These other boys lame
Tha top of my game, mane y'all should be ashamed
I used to break frames, yeah my hands got bloody
Now I'm posted in a cooz, waygu in the tummy
Bout' three green pills in the fist
Ice cold grip on the stainless, brainless
Ten speed deep, while I'm rockin' on a beat
And they clocking my heat
Need to calm down hoe, take a seat
And I, never want to stay in the same place
So I, keep it low at a quick pace laced
Belly flop flyin' while I creep on this
10 back y'all stinkin' like asparagus piss
Y'all need to wash
The great big 408 boss
My forehead glossed, speed away with the NOS
I'm blowing trees down with the way that I lean
I think I need a nap, Pouya tell 'em what I mean