TERROR REID - SHARK CITY (feat. Rocci) lyrics
TERROR REID [Tanner Petulla] San Jose, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rocci [Christopher Rex Rockwell] Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[TERROR REID - SHARK CITY feat. Rocci lyrics]
[Verse 1, TERROR REID]
Uh
What it really do lil' mama?
Thought I seen you through the trees
Known as "the devil", baby
You can call me "REID"
Steady poppin', yo I keep it off tha heez
Throwin' threes, stackin' guap
And I spend it how I please
Shark City where we from
Blood in the water
Hit the lotto, gone dumb
With a loaf, he got a lump sum
She say she wanna
That guala, I think notta
Droppin' all the dollas
On yo' baby momma
They must not know
The man, he hold the plan
Got both of those hoes clothes openin'
Ferocious hands
Got 'em sittin' like a Doberman
Just tell 'em "hang it up", it's over, man
Tha four leaf clover
High top Nike, with a mic, jump over
Waitin' on a flight, got a bite and a soda
Origami folder, makin' the bitches
Shake like they got a disorder
High cost boss from Tha Gatez
Tossin' out hate on a tape
Runnin' cops off the interstate
I terminate 'em, ain't say it again
It's REID and Roc', the beginnin' of the end
[Chorus, Rocci + TERROR REID]
Oooh
Tell me what you tryna do, baby
Now that we're alone
Just follow the groove
Let this bounce take hold of you, baby
I've been searchin' for your lovin'
We've got somethin'
(We've got somethin' baby)
I've been searchin' for your lovin'
We've got somethin'
(We've got somethin' baby)
Now that we're alone
(Yeah, uh, aye)
[Verse 2, TERROR REID]
Bringin' it back, now stop
While I hop from the top rope
Can't cope with da cut throat
Beggin? Tell her "no"
'Cause TERROR never change for a hoe
Insane what I go
Rain game every time I say so
Lil' stank on the beat
By the one and only Rocc'
Soundin' like a bellyflop
Chuck it to the top
Coppin' a sack of dat dank
Slugs at da bank
Fo-fives and a mask, gotta fill the tank
Doin' it large, I never do a little
Boss whips, sauce dips like a McGriddle
I neva miss a bitch, not even a little
TERROR REID put the game
In the hospital
It ain't a riddle, I'mma rip it
From the middle
Candy paint dippin
While your ass eatin' kibble
While I rise from the smoke
Recognize he da goat
Large fries, with a coke
Eyes wide, neva eva choke
He da masta, MAC-11 blasta
Gainin' on 'em quick
Think you better run faster
The body snatcha, ghostin' like Casper
The real deal, ya'll can call me "Tha Pastor"
Bitch
Uh
What it really do lil' mama?
Thought I seen you through the trees
Known as "the devil", baby
You can call me "REID"
Steady poppin', yo I keep it off tha heez
Throwin' threes, stackin' guap
And I spend it how I please
Shark City where we from
Blood in the water
Hit the lotto, gone dumb
With a loaf, he got a lump sum
She say she wanna
That guala, I think notta
Droppin' all the dollas
On yo' baby momma
They must not know
The man, he hold the plan
Got both of those hoes clothes openin'
Ferocious hands
Got 'em sittin' like a Doberman
Just tell 'em "hang it up", it's over, man
Tha four leaf clover
High top Nike, with a mic, jump over
Waitin' on a flight, got a bite and a soda
Origami folder, makin' the bitches
Shake like they got a disorder
High cost boss from Tha Gatez
Tossin' out hate on a tape
Runnin' cops off the interstate
I terminate 'em, ain't say it again
It's REID and Roc', the beginnin' of the end
[Chorus, Rocci + TERROR REID]
Oooh
Tell me what you tryna do, baby
Now that we're alone
Just follow the groove
Let this bounce take hold of you, baby
I've been searchin' for your lovin'
We've got somethin'
(We've got somethin' baby)
I've been searchin' for your lovin'
We've got somethin'
(We've got somethin' baby)
Now that we're alone
(Yeah, uh, aye)
[Verse 2, TERROR REID]
Bringin' it back, now stop
While I hop from the top rope
Can't cope with da cut throat
Beggin? Tell her "no"
'Cause TERROR never change for a hoe
Insane what I go
Rain game every time I say so
Lil' stank on the beat
By the one and only Rocc'
Soundin' like a bellyflop
Chuck it to the top
Coppin' a sack of dat dank
Slugs at da bank
Fo-fives and a mask, gotta fill the tank
Doin' it large, I never do a little
Boss whips, sauce dips like a McGriddle
I neva miss a bitch, not even a little
TERROR REID put the game
In the hospital
It ain't a riddle, I'mma rip it
From the middle
Candy paint dippin
While your ass eatin' kibble
While I rise from the smoke
Recognize he da goat
Large fries, with a coke
Eyes wide, neva eva choke
He da masta, MAC-11 blasta
Gainin' on 'em quick
Think you better run faster
The body snatcha, ghostin' like Casper
The real deal, ya'll can call me "Tha Pastor"
Bitch
