Terror

Lyrics

Yeah, Ouija what up? (Devereaux!) Ay, yeah [Verse 1: Trizz] Sippin' on this 40 while I'm walking out the liquor store (straight up!) Your shit shining all morning man what's this hittin' for All I know is fuck all these hit licks and get the dough We counting money in Vegas we on the 10th floor The homie pullin' up in a hoop and said that we trippin' (what up nigga) Kill me if I'm slippin' I doubt it I'm with the business Start it, I'ma finish I react with the quickness I ain't the hero they portray me as a villain Niggas talk alot, bark alot we posted in the parking lot (where they at?) Trip on anybody niggas tryna take my parking spot (ay) Tuck the Glock here come the cops (shit!) I ain't got no fuccin' opps Just a bunch of hatеrs that love me they wanna suck my cock Ridin' around blowing loud whilе we bumpin' Pac Me and Ouija making all these slaps they bump alot (whattup bro) I give a fuck like bitches that like to cum alot I'm always on my job I'm working I don't have fun a lot [Verse 2: Ouija Macc] Goblin from a murder blocc demons calling my soul again Giving a fuck bout none of these busters Ouija came up in the city of sin He looking for me cause somebody told that succa that Ouija killed his friend He ain't want that smoke that fuccin' pussy wanted to turn me in Knowing it was true then why the fucc you ain't come hurt me then Pull that buster out the dirt and load the chopper kill him again, I don't pretend City where the Devil ankle in the alleyway Satan left from Georgia he was headed the Nevada way [Verse 3: Hexxx] Y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me Hold it down for the V baby come fuck with a G Smoking on dope in the back of the club Giving no fuck what they want in the beef I'm sippin' on (?) C17 all of my enemies bleed You come see Come ride with a G all my bitches rocking double Z's I'm smoking on weed I sip my drink see me through the window in the paint In a city gotta keep the pace Fuck the juffs fuck the case I'm feeling like (feeling like!) We run the block (run the block!) 17 shots 9 outlined in chalk (yuh!)