Say No Mo' - Terror Reid

I don’t know dude, fucking

Ship it, ship it dawg

Ain’t got time for that shit, let’s go

Uh, ooh, once again

My shit’s low (Fuck you say?)

Turn me up, turn it up

Reid in the cut

Yo, uh

They don’t be calling me Terror for nothing

I’m always up to something

I’m bumping lines in a 4 door, slumpin'

Dunkin' on punks who try to throw me off

Try to show me off

Acting like we tight

They wanna jack me off

But here’s the thing

I make it loud until they ears ring

This rap game yang so I must be the ying

Grab my thingy-thing

Pass it to the left and now we giggling

Toes tingling I’ll start mingling

Off top like mysterio

Really lyrical

Terribly hysterical

I make 'em soggy like some cereal

Here we go bitch crack it open

I rollin' up a doobie, hockin' loogies while I’m smokin'

Yokin'

Yo I think yo' thing broken

Toss her off a ledge and watch her head pop open

I keep it raw, like my shorty ass when I smack it

I never practice, hand me a mic and I’ll attack it

Samurai moves that make your neck turn elastic

I jack the keys to your hatchback and crash it

Dustin' off my tee like you’ll never believe

I be stickin' words together like sap from a tree

You think you clever on the mic bitch?

Say no mo'

My shit is boss when I’m spittin' it

Say no mo'

Throw your hands, I’ll throw mine

Catch you frontin' for the last time

I’ma blast yo' ass into the past time

You got a man that need a chin check?

Say no mo'

Light 'em up like a cigarette

Say no mo'

I got the ice and the gold

The cash flow and the clothes

But it still ain’t enough

Yo I need some mo'

(I really do)

(And let it ride, let it ride out 'til it dried out, let’s go)

Uh, yo

Well it how it be, what it do?

Yeah fool I’m looking at you

I been in it for a minute

Can’t limit what I do

So what’s the deal?

Disintegrating mics is my skill

I’m off a couple pills

I just can’t stay still

For real

And while I’m at it

Lemme grab the cash out da regi

My wordplay heavy

And my trunk stay Chevy

My mind constantly making nonsense

Processing what I want

It’s Reid in the gauntlet

The best yet, I dress wet

No necklace, I’m blessed with

A style that’s straight reckless

Punk say it with your chest

You know I’m next

And you can keep your bloody check

Cause I do what I can

To stack ricotta

Bust yo medulla oblongata

Underground warlord jumping out the choppa

I never stoppa

It only take one shot to make your head poppa

I got the

Jumbo prawns, the brains and the brawns

Rest in peace Big L yo

I gotta put it on

Like I said before yo

My shit go

Like wheels on the track

Ya ain’t even know

Say no mo'