Outlawz

[Intro: Terror Reid & Pouya]

Man, wassup?

It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch)

408, 305

Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride

[Verse 1: Terror Reid]

I was born with the mind of a madman

Understand Terror pushin' dust like a fan

Goddamn you just found out that I'm the man? where you been at?

I get more head than a snapback cap

It's 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, you can't have it back

The vanilla villain, always keep his train on the tracks

So gimme da cheese, hit the flo, Reid all up in ya hoe

Bust the four-five, nosedive, you ain't make it out the doe

Now we standing toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy hoe

You ain't about this life so check yoself and get ghost

Oh, he ain't know?

I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows

About enough dough to make a ocean explode

This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host

With the 305, demon doin' the most

And while we on the subject, you fuckin' with a suspect

He frontin' that we know that we fuck 'em up in public

He probably 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 trendsetta

Microphone shredda (Yuh), y'all mothafuckas betta (Yuh)

[Chorus: Pouya & Terror Reid]

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can 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

I could show you everythang 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

[Verse 2: Pouya]

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 (Brr, brr)

Got the .40 clappin' broad day like "A Bay Bay" (A Bay Bay)

I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt

I gotta problem, can somebody give me help?

Better yet a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan

No, I can't be yo Superman 'cause I can't save myself

Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers thinkin' they slick

They quick to lick the dick, they jumpin' ship-to-ship, no loyalty

Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil

Got me jumping over backwards like Evel Knievel

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 took yo baby mama straight to outback

And blew her fuckin' back out, I'm 'bout that

[Chorus: Pouya & Terror Reid]

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can 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

Follow me, follow me

I could show you everythang 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

[Outro: Terror Reid]

Uh, yo, HOT VODKA

Pouya, Reid

In this bitch, uh