[Intro]
Keep your hands like that and bounce back
Uh
Ey, ey, ey
Raise your blunts to the sun and get spun
Call the police!
[Verse 1]
It goes one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Buckshots to your back to send your ass to heaven
I'm packing MAC-11s just in case you get to testin'
Somebody grab this microphone before i molest it
Uh, I'm pulling up in a limousine tinted
With a gang of bad bitches, staying saucy like your mama's chicken
Shut up and listen to my mission
I'm tryna take my ass out and make all of these other rappers kiss it
Shit, don't give a fuck about no ass or whores, man
I'm robbing liquor stores for s'mores and Arizona cans
So hit the deck 'cause i lost my mind again
The sickest citizen spitting verbal carcinogens
It's Terror Reid on the scene, rip your spleen like fabric
Black ops tactics, you want the smoke, well you can have it
The most important asset, I'm fucking fantastic
I'll go to your funeral and squeeze a Nina in your casket
[Hook]
Now everybody in the shack, back to front, front to back
Lift your hands like that and bounce back
Everybody in the place, throw your hands to space
Rock your head back and forth and make that stank face
To all my ladies in the front, start shaking your butt
Raise your blunts to the sun and get spun
And all my fellas back there, put your drink in the air
And bounce back like you just don't care
[Verse 2]
But wait a second, why your girl still obsessing?
You're stuck at first base and I'm out here stealing second
Check the method, when I'm on the mic it ain't pleasant
You say that shit again and I'mma hunt you like a pheasant
She bust it wide open and I tell her bring it back
Like ill will, I still kill while I'm ill off a pill
She climb my dick like Jill and make that pussy spill
I ain't trying to chill, I came to kill
I do what I want, how I want, and when I want it
I'll teach your ass a lesson like I'm hooked on phonics
I'm wrecking shit like a derby, you can't hurt me
You know I leave your ho babbling like a fucking Furby
I draw steel and make that shit stink like raw veal
You only want a bite but you gon' get the whole meal
Talk is cheap, that's why I charge a million a beat
And make it out to Reid, you can keep the receipt
[Hook]
Now everybody in the shack, back to front, front to back
Lift your hands like that and bounce back
Everybody in the place, throw your hands to space
Rock your head back and forth and make that stank face
To all my ladies in the front, start shaking your butt
Raise your blunts to the sun and get spun
And all my fellas back there, put your drink in the air
And bounce back like you just don't care
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