DOWNLOAD/STREAM: smarturl.it/SUPADUPA

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: www.youtube.com/shredcollective

TERROR REID - SUPA DUPA - LYRICS

now i didn’t wanna have to do this
(well god damn)
but when i touch a mic suckaz duck like i’m shootin
i’m bootin cookie cutter butter soft rappers
wanna rip my style off me like a snickers bar wrapper

just hand it over man i ain’t gonna ask ya
u ain’t a cappa youza cherry flavored acta
if that’s ya bitch u should prolly come grab her
cuz she in the studio feedin me chicken flavad crackaz

what it do?
i’m still the rude ass terror dude
i still got da flu, still sniffing supadupa glue
and i ain’t finna stop til i’m blue
keep talkin that shit, you can kiss my kaboos

and for the record, i spot ya hoe like a leopard
i roll up downtown made her neck hurt
wit out any effort
cold blood mane i need a sweatshirt
tha molotov fiya bomb lookin for a pill presser

now i ain’t said shit fo a minute
still got mo dough than a chef in a kitchen
and i ain’t gon lie man i really been spendin
what da fuck u think i did in this lovely pandemic?

legend has it , reid in the lab cookin magic
and furthermore the shit he got in store is fantastic
cuz last time i checked man he really been at it
i heard he pulled a 4 w a semi automatic

the silly water drinkin, pilly poppin stinkin
demon still skeemin on a sucka bitch
neo pets lovin trick
steady goin harder than most
da king of the coast
i’m floating on a boat stackin whole wheat toast

and neva too quick to flip a cop
mafuckas needa stop
all the flockin on my top, i’ll drop em like a stock
you know the name and if ya don’t, bitch ya betta learn
go tell the cops terror has returned
uh

Follow @terrorreid
instagram.com/terrorreid
twitter.com/terrorreid
Facebook.com/terrorreid

SUPA DUPA

DOWNLOAD/STREAM

My Life (Prod. By SVMW3LL)

Return of the Corpse

The Tragedy of a Clown

Murdered out Vehicles

Six Feet Under

LYRICS:
i got 87 problems and they all about myself
i can paint pefect picture of my life but i kant tell
tryin not to go to prison i just wanna stack my wealth
icemane undefeated in these streets you kan call this hell
iceland look sweet in the winter covered in sum snow
powder up your nose call my phone if ya fiending hoe
make it out a heaven mac11 just to get me home
always trained to blow i kant go nowhere without my pole
funk up in that trunk bass knocking as i ride the whip
picking up my potna on my way to go hit a lick
heard he got that yay ima need that before i split yo wig
no need to wear a mask kome n get it, you know where i live
want it back in blood kause im shiesty when i flick my wrist
kooking in the kitchen all night breaking down a brick
wrap it up and sell em whole trap house boomin by the store
liquor on my mind as im sipping on a 40 o
z got me seeing things thats ive never wanna see
rest in piece my dawgs wish ya saw when they krowned me king
I C E that man with a plan for us all to eat
kounting up my dividends now im looking oh so klean
playa fly bidnezz like the snizzoff that be hizzoff mane
klizzick on these bitches always tripping when you off the kain
watch me do my thang like a pimp ima sell this game
you kant get enough of me all these hoes know my name

i be in the kitchen water whipping while i spark a blunt
i been kooking rockk since a younging always slanging drugs
this is all i know kause my parents never taught me shit
homeless since a kid icemane finna flip a brick
trapping with two cell phones
motorola slanging kola all they want is that koke
serve you thru the burglar bars please kome alone
and if idk your name better take your azz home

we just got a pack break it down like its turkey day
we dont sell no grams only pounds so get out my face
playa slim got that lean po it up forget yesterday
xanax in my system with sum bitches that just wanna play
ive been in the mud doing drugs tryna ease the pain
every since i lost my brother i will never feel the same
money koming in and going out feel like the mailman
icemane be the type to beat yo ass if you tell man
never step foot inside my whip if you scared of jail
pistols i be packing bitch smackin hollow point shells
fail is not a word that i know all i hear is win
ive be doing me every summer pissing in the wind
fucking up the money you get smoked like brisket dawg
we be in the south fuck your klout this just bidnezz hoe
bitch im PLAYA MADE who is you? i dont talk to worms
icemane be so klean like sanitizer all i kill is germs
tell me whats the word what ya need and ill bring a bird
putting in the work in these street get yo azz murked
bitch you betta twerk when you fuck with me or my dawg
bring me in that money lil hoe this is for my squad

TRAPPIN' ON 2 CELL PHONES(PROD. GHOST TOWN)

FROM THA GUTTAH TO THA GRAVE

REHABILITATION

BEIGE BUTTER (feat. Le$)

REHABILITATION (the nirvana)

NEW MERCH

007 PROD DJ BOG

Money Machine

so far, waking up everyday is a blessing.

My Life (Prod. By SVMW3LL)

Smoke Out Shell