TERROR REID - MAD WOOZY lyrics
TERROR REID [Tanner Petulla] San Jose, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[TERROR REID - MAD WOOZY lyrics]
[Intro]
Uh, aye
[Verse 1]
Uh
Throwin' ten
On the ground, feelin' mad woozy
Laid back with ya Aunt, 'bouta shoot a movie
Triple X rated feet up in the Blue Ksubi's
Y'all some chickens
I'm an eagle shittin' two rubies
She a snack, so that make me Scooby
No disrespect, I seen yo baby mama
Got a huge booty
Kinda moody, hammer down like Judy
Lazy Boy recline
Spittin' grime "Hawk Tooey"
98mph drinkin' Alizé
The pearl paint wraith glowin'
Make da tide change
Bumpin' Drain top down
Speakers boutta break
Smokin' somethin' for the pain
I don't know the name
[Bridge]
Yeah, bitch
I'm smokin' somethin' for the pain
I don't know the name
What еlse?
Alright
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Aye
I'm takin bumps
With a Prada spoon
Do a lot of product prеtty often
Gotta stop it soon
Rocket in the pocket
Copped it in the afternoon
Comin' home to naked
Models cleanin' up my livin' room
Ain't alive, still the coldest guy
You ever seen
I'll kick yo' shit around the field
Like I'm wearin' cleats
Hand on the mic, while the other
Start another beat
I'm trashin little baggies
In the Escalade limousine
'Cause I'm a fiend for this shit
What you thought I wasn't?
Yo' life is nothin', yo' bitch
And you resemble cousins
You getting beamed, talkin'
Like you was a man or somethin'
I got Russian 10s flockin'
By the baker's dozen
[Bridge]
It's true
'Cause
I got Russian 10s flockin' by the
You know
Let's go
Okay
I got mo'
[Verse 3]
Aye
I lease a '73 Chevy Caprice
Put a bomb in the seat
And drive fast at police
You ain't movin' 'cause
You lackin' the grease
A maniac in the sheets
Ever lastin', never lackin' the cash, I preach
"Fuck peace, kill people on the regular-o"
Packin 7 guns, stickin' up a packed Valero
Stack dinero, blowin' up like a red barrel
The "Rap Pharaoh" on a path
Like a deck of Tarot
Nah
You ain't seen what I seen
A dime a dozen hoes
Throwin' pantyhose when I lean
But I'mma cease to exist
I ain't pickin' dimensions
You could call it what you want
This divine intervention, bitch
You could call it what you want
This divine intervention
[Bridge]
Yeah
I got one mo', uh (Okay)
[Verse 4]
Fuck the fame, I just wanna
Get away with murder
Shapeshifting on the mic like
I'm Zuckerberg-er
And when I pop I'm goin' through
The ceiling and the girder
Now take yo' mangy ass to work
Gimme a cheeseburger
Evil doer, I don't need
No fuckin' practice
Higher than a god bitch
I'm "Ancient Lord Abraxis"
Navigate the game
With cold calculated tactics
I made it to the ship now I'm the captain
Controllin' damage with Gammage
Prepare the planet for DOOM
Take the trash to the dump
And send they soul to the moon
Not the time to be petty
This is one for the books
My MANIFESTO:
"A deep dive in the mind of a crook"
[Outro]
And thats just what it is
It's REID
Uh, aye
[Verse 1]
Uh
Throwin' ten
On the ground, feelin' mad woozy
Laid back with ya Aunt, 'bouta shoot a movie
Triple X rated feet up in the Blue Ksubi's
Y'all some chickens
I'm an eagle shittin' two rubies
She a snack, so that make me Scooby
No disrespect, I seen yo baby mama
Got a huge booty
Kinda moody, hammer down like Judy
Lazy Boy recline
Spittin' grime "Hawk Tooey"
98mph drinkin' Alizé
The pearl paint wraith glowin'
Make da tide change
Bumpin' Drain top down
Speakers boutta break
Smokin' somethin' for the pain
I don't know the name
[Bridge]
Yeah, bitch
I'm smokin' somethin' for the pain
I don't know the name
What еlse?
Alright
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Aye
I'm takin bumps
With a Prada spoon
Do a lot of product prеtty often
Gotta stop it soon
Rocket in the pocket
Copped it in the afternoon
Comin' home to naked
Models cleanin' up my livin' room
Ain't alive, still the coldest guy
You ever seen
I'll kick yo' shit around the field
Like I'm wearin' cleats
Hand on the mic, while the other
Start another beat
I'm trashin little baggies
In the Escalade limousine
'Cause I'm a fiend for this shit
What you thought I wasn't?
Yo' life is nothin', yo' bitch
And you resemble cousins
You getting beamed, talkin'
Like you was a man or somethin'
I got Russian 10s flockin'
By the baker's dozen
[Bridge]
It's true
'Cause
I got Russian 10s flockin' by the
You know
Let's go
Okay
I got mo'
[Verse 3]
Aye
I lease a '73 Chevy Caprice
Put a bomb in the seat
And drive fast at police
You ain't movin' 'cause
You lackin' the grease
A maniac in the sheets
Ever lastin', never lackin' the cash, I preach
"Fuck peace, kill people on the regular-o"
Packin 7 guns, stickin' up a packed Valero
Stack dinero, blowin' up like a red barrel
The "Rap Pharaoh" on a path
Like a deck of Tarot
Nah
You ain't seen what I seen
A dime a dozen hoes
Throwin' pantyhose when I lean
But I'mma cease to exist
I ain't pickin' dimensions
You could call it what you want
This divine intervention, bitch
You could call it what you want
This divine intervention
[Bridge]
Yeah
I got one mo', uh (Okay)
[Verse 4]
Fuck the fame, I just wanna
Get away with murder
Shapeshifting on the mic like
I'm Zuckerberg-er
And when I pop I'm goin' through
The ceiling and the girder
Now take yo' mangy ass to work
Gimme a cheeseburger
Evil doer, I don't need
No fuckin' practice
Higher than a god bitch
I'm "Ancient Lord Abraxis"
Navigate the game
With cold calculated tactics
I made it to the ship now I'm the captain
Controllin' damage with Gammage
Prepare the planet for DOOM
Take the trash to the dump
And send they soul to the moon
Not the time to be petty
This is one for the books
My MANIFESTO:
"A deep dive in the mind of a crook"
[Outro]
And thats just what it is
It's REID
