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DOWNLOAD/STREAM HOT VODKA 1 OUT NOW: Written & Directed by: CURSES Shot by: Darren Hidalgo [Nervisuals] Colored & Edited by: Steven Pahel & Tanner Petulla LYRICS: (Terror Reid & Pouya) Man, wassup? It's Terror Reid, Pouya (Yuh, bitch) 408, 305 Coast-to-coast, you know how the fuck we ride [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) [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 [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 [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 (Terror Reid) Uh, yo, HOT VODKA Pouya, Reid In this bitch, uh Follow Terror Reid Follow Pouya
