pimp slap

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LYRICS:

(Aight holdup i gotta fuck this shit up real quick, holdup)

Now lemme break it down for ya numbskulls, (for ya numbskulls)
Terror go so hard it make you and ya folks go dumb
Like mi amigos from da west
We off our meds and flickin fools like cigarettes
What’s next? Ain't got a plan mane, watchu thankin? (I don’t know)
I’m in the back, and my pockets still stankin from the
Indo i got at the shop up the block
I kinda wanna stop, but I might get popped
Ayo, i’ve never been played by a bop (nope)
Hoes too quick to homie hop and get da crotch rot, whoda thought?
With one word i got these nerds hot
And all these nerd birds flock, like i'm throwin seeds in a lot
Anyway, movin on
I come up with this shit so quick, ya gonna wanna put a helmet on
Cuz at the crack of dawn i’ll be on ya lawn
Droppin off packages just like tha unabomb
I’m blowin up ya crib and the fishes out da pond
I’ll spare ya mom, so you can see me when i tug her thong
In hindsight it’s probably wrong, but who got the mic? (Hm)
Yea thas right, now sing along:

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

(Ayo) Reid! What the fuck, where you been?
I been chillin, honed in, with a paper and a pen again
And ima need ends for you and ya friends
Cuz im servin up game like a benny in a Bennigans
I’m here to win, but you already knew
Still the same ol thang, so go ahead hide ya boo
Cuz the new school dude in cool boots finna swoop
Yaint have a clue, what i'm really boutta do
I’ll take ya chick mane im storm chaser (storm chaser)
The real slick, world class, door breaker (door breaker)
She want the thick stick, but i can’t shaker her (i can’t shake her)
The trouble makin, rap game Undertaker (the Undertaker)
Yea, its like this, but it ain’t like that (nah)
I’m drinking crown by the fifth in a Cadillac, pullin back
Triple six slappin out da pack, where the yak at?
Couple steps back lil mane best remember that
Cuz once i get going this shit become hotta
The don dotta, comin up from unda wata
There’s really none otha, you got the boy wunda
And i cut the whole thang like butta, it ain’t nothin

Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin but a Reid thang baby
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin finna do it my way
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gotta do?
Ain’t shit I’m finna spend my chips
Whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha wanna do?
Ain’t Nothin less you go that way

AINT NOTHIN

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(YVNCC)
So gettin nasty in the club its nun new
See folks lookin over here man what dem boys tryna do
Lookin mighty suspect don’t tell me dat dey came witchu
If we got a lil static put it down wit da crew
I see u blabberin hella sloppy don’t speak
You got erbody quiet because u actin a creep
Say u good witcha hands lil bruh den we gon have to see
If I’m holding a drink den ima getya wit my feet
Bruh been rocking out playin stingers Every week
Ya ain have to ask you know I fink Yo shit weak
Im picky for good reason when I bump ya shit I know what you gon say but

My verse keep ya on the Edge of ya Seat, see
Who da fuck put it down like me
Who you know rock da ecko wif a Dinosaur tee
Shit make me feel stuck wit all da cheese on me
Kno Ima keep it cranky feelin like dats just me
ya bitch

(YVNCC)
These hoes be actin out
i aint messin wit em homie what u talkin bout

(TERROR REID)
Yaint got no clue what we do mane,
But they gon talk, and they gon walk

(YVNCC)
Messin wit ya hoe i ain’t gon stop
in the vip with a blunt in my mouth
know i been havin cheese make that girl buss it down

(TERROR REID)
just ya girl and me, we in the V.I.P seats, G

(YVNCC)
Already know she boutta gimme a treat

(TERROR REID)
Mista smooth
Thats what they call me in da booth
You say some dumb shit and lose a tooth
Cuz Reid be in the lab off the hooch
Lookin for da truth, ain’t nothin new
His bitch thicker than a bowl of soup
Feelin mighty fine, lookin so divine
I make all this shit mane, which make it all mine
She was so fine, I hit the pussy with a clothesline
I tell her “dip” and then I tip her like a bovine
I’m the shit, cuz I
Melt da whip, make her
Bite da lip, then I
Light da spliff, real boss shit
I got it flowin like a faucet
they in economy, ya boy up in the cock pit
I’m making anthems and they out here making dog shit
I fully profit, I lock it up and toss it
You still donno? Shiet, that should tell ya somethin
i’m w my cuzzo YVNCC and we slumpin

DYNAMO

ACTIN OUT

TERROR REID - ACTIN OUT Feat YVNCC

Produced by JayTracks

[Verse]
I got the nine millimeter, travelling couple hundred meters
Straight to ya dome so see ya wouldn't wanna be ya
You wouldn't believe how extremely unimpressed
I am with all of ya pests, be my guest throw ya best shots
I got major flavor, wanna wager against me?
Got plenty of ways to leave ya empty
I'm electric, like volts out of a taser
Got ya hallucinating and seeing red lasers
My macro explode the way that I attack flows
I'm like a hacker, enter the system from the back door
My cash flow go nuts just like a bolt action
Gimme the new Aston Martin with some toll tags and
I gotta recipe for disaster
That's formulated from a scientist who works at NASA
In every aspect I'm faster, the mystic forecaster
Creeping up on ya like some heart disease
Please don't tempt me to

[Chorus X2]
Load da gun clips, you better run quick
I'm tongue slick, persuade you to do some dumb shit
I'm dumb pissed, brain is doing front flips
The question is who ya gonna be in the trunk with?

[Outro]
Heard the choppers and sirens
Wants to go out without violence
Because remorse is his horizon
Sayonara world, cyanide in his tooth
Bites down on it created his own noose

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WHO YA GONNA BE IN THE TRUNK WITH

LU, POUYA, KXLLSWXTCH - JUNK BUNK FREESTYLE (FEAT. TERROR REID)

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4 Tha Moon

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LYRICS

[Intro]
Load the chopper then I bounce
Seven figures are inhabited in my account
Moving in silent but the aura stay pronounced
Smoking it silly another day another ounce

[Verse]
Pull the plug on them now they D/C
Mt. Kilimanjaro be the height no one can reach me
Setting the pace, cut no slack
Giving them heart attacks my knack
Hitting my mobile phone with trash
Get better I'm never gone holler back
Meanwhile ya bitches copy my style
Looking for my USB to copy my files
But ya can’t and ya never will
These shoes got too much to fill
Go ahead and pop yo pill and weep
Cause you got time to kill
Node to node, nodding off
Scary boy don’t call it off
Doing the stanky leg up on the cliff that you just fallen off
Plasma beam, green I smoke miasma
Do not leave that hazmat suit if u got asthma
Back to back blades
Duel wielding you could catch a fade
Breaking it in if u drop a pin or got a hand to raise
Setting the world ablaze even when I'm laying in my grave ok
Staying unfazed always ok
Better start counting your days ok
Doing it by my lonely now everybody think they know me
Ozie never gone fuck with phonies, go pay alimony
Go play at the station like you plugged up with the Sony
Singing them high notes to them feds Soprano wish u Tony

[Chorus]
Load the chopper then I bounce
Seven figures are inhabited in my account
Moving in silent but the aura stay pronounced
Smoking it silly another day another ounce

[Outro]
Yeah yeah yall know what time it is!

hyperVIGILANCE

[Chorus]
Don't tempt me, Glock-19 with a red piece
Back in the day would've given the benefit of the doubt
But nowadays my thought tank empty (empty)
Can't step on my toes, way too ill strep throat to you hoes
I don't got time paying mind to anybody (anybody)
Out of range from the foes
Not finished, only beginning, mind full of sin got plenty of gimmicks
Unique image, can't mimic, exceed limits every couple of minutes
Back in it, packing the blunt, force trauma the limit
Then I'm smacking the cunt
Never lack in the hunt hacking the forefront
This the real deal shit, this ain't no whack stunt

[Verse]
Not up for discussion
Got up out the funk now I keep the blood rushing
Trunk in the front of the Porsche and it's reinforced
With the bulletproof windows yeah it busting
I'm built for this shit, Wilt Chamberlain got stilts in this bitch
Stand tall no tilt in this bitch, switchblade itch might slip in ya rib
Didn't plan this, I just had it mapped out on the canvas
Significant advantage not average
League of legends hook shot true damage
I snap I go spastic, rubber band man never run out of elastic
Time change shit drastic, going bat shit
You might just end up in a casket

[Chorus]
Don't tempt me, Glock-19 with a red piece
Back in the day would've given the benefit of the doubt
But nowadays my thought tank empty (empty)
Can't step on my toes, way too ill strep throat to you hoes
I don't got time paying mind to anybody (anybody)
Out of range from the foes
Not finished, only beginning, mind full of sin got plenty of gimmicks
Unique image, can't mimic, exceed limits every couple of minutes
Back in it, packing the blunt, force trauma the limit
Then I'm smacking the cunt
Never lack in the hunt hacking the forefront
This the real deal shit, this ain't no whack stunt

SECOND WIND

[Chorus]
Taste vengeance bitch
Red skull above my head heard u got offended bitch
Got ya feelings hurt, I just lurk then i'm off the rig
Found out where ya work go to work then I'm off to dig graves

[Verse]
Never switch ways, never switch blades
Stat track all the way
Ain't no free to play in my game you pay to play
Strong tide coming may as well just ride the wave
Death from below, whos next on the stove?
Next on the row, all them necks on the floor
Ghost water dive just to check up on the dough
Underwater chest in my nest on the coast
I'm locked in like I never left
I popped in from time to time but I never checked
Begging for checks all the time where’s your self respect
I got an m at 18 putting that in retrospect, somethin' you’ll never get
Lunar spell book on my back trimmed wizard hat
Certified crook on the track, reeling all of you back
Yeah, this the shit you lack
Held up in the past hanging up on that rack
That shit is whack

[Chorus]
Taste vengeance bitch
Red skull above my head heard u got offended bitch
Got ya feelings hurt, I just lurk then i'm off the rig
Found out where ya work go to work then I'm off to dig graves

TASTE VENGEANCE!

[Chorus X2]
Uh, earned my stripe, turn your back imma turn that knife
Learned that twice, might go chill with the birds at night
Turn that light off when I'm on with the word I'm nice
Lurk on heights, can't go down when I heard my rights

[Verse]
Porsche Turbo from a Honda Civic, price going up for the crib I bid it
Upgrade up in this bitch I'm with it, ready for war anytime I'm kitted
So pretty I'm sitting, gimme any beat you know I hit it
Ha, quick witted, any puzzle piece you know I fit it
I rock that, like dominos you might get knocked back
So vamonos wait for the talk back
Geronimo coming through on a hot path
Ha, so stop that, got the key but you wonder where the lock at?
Ha, can't top that, monopoly moving with a top hat

[Chorus X2]
Uh, earned my stripe, turn your back imma turn that knife
Learned that twice, might go chill with the birds at night
Turn that light off when I'm on with the word I'm nice
Lurk on heights, can't go down when I heard my rights

DARK SOULS

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[Verse]
Cash route absolute 
Cool with staying solitude because of my last cahoots
Gene diff begging me to pass the fruits
Quit yapping in my ears punk catch this mute 
I'm in high gear five years ahead
Can't fall trees here got no leaves to shed
Couldn't be you I would rather freeze instead
Summer heat couldn't melt me bitch I spring the dead
With WAV hoe, you ain't me, UAV somewhere you can't see
Number one on the board ain't two ain't three
Never mattered whatever picture that you paint me
Cause I got, semi truck with big bucks
All from the PC cant let the rig bust
Even at my desk I got the sig tucked and
even when I rest my net don't get stuck and
Even at my best my energy get sucked
Still invest in myself I never be out of luck man 
I get high just to pass the time
Grey area you couldn't even pass the line
Tighten ya crew up cause loose lips sink ships 
Grab a pacemaker I make the beat skip
I'm the playmaker the king of the iron fist
Go down? Going with ya Ima plead the 5th

[Chorus X2]
Castle for the crib I'm at birds eye view
May think that they innocent but worms spy too
Slithering around not even making a sound
Even when you deliver they still wanna deprive you

GENE DIFF

“The Boy Who Cried ‘Bitch!’” by Young Korgy
Composed & Produced by: E. Jacobs
Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by: Young Korgy
From the Mixtape: “Tha Korgajuana Virus”
Track: 10/10
Track Released: 12/14/2018
Mixtape Released: 1/16/2019


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