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slayter - terrorize lyrics

[intro: 26ar]
slum
a lau on the beat
drench, drench, drench
ayo eli what the f+ck?!
ayy, ar

[chorus: 26ar and slayter]
they throw shots, from quick recognition (what)
mask on, ’cause of facial recognition (boom)
you know, i’ve been to the bookings (uh+huh)
back then, i was terrorizing brooklyn (ar)
now a days, a couple racks for the booking (breesh)
but you can’t name it, then it got took’n (at all)
right now, i got big names looking (yeah)
almost there, i got like, half a foot in (yeah, yeah)
keep a 45 on me, i ain’t fighting
back then, i was terrorizing dyckman
all i do is get high, and dodge indictments
i don’t fight, but the bullets hit like tyson
they must’ve not got the memo
we ain’t runnin’ outta ammo
we in the field, like the gang wearin’ camo
we movin’ milli, like tony soprano

[verse 1: 26ar and slayter]
told slayter, we see them haters later (slayter)
lappin’ n+ggas, they like wait up (wait up)
made breesh, out apartments of labor (breesha)
i watched close friends, turn to haters
they must’ve not heard, bout the drench (drench, drench, drench)
every clip gotta extend (grrrrr)
lift him up, and watch him ascend (lift him)
or pass i might give him a pass, it depends
roll a blunt, full of new sh+t
hit the b+tch, and i pass her to 26
all my n+ggas got glocks, and they use it
if the b+tch don’t give head, then she useless
we just get high, and f+ck to my music
poppin’ these 30s, that sh+t therapeutic
waka flocka, on my hip, oh, let’s do it
mixing xanies, with the addy, i’m booted
[verse 2: 26ar and kay flock]
my cars, they filled up with prada sh+t
dior, amiri, a lot of it
if the gs ain’t a band, i ain’t coppin’ it
i don’t care what, i’m totin’ or flockin’ it
told my brothers stay smart, not dangerous
’cause a dangerous n+gga get wacked (on bro)
and a dangerous n+gga might lack (on bro)
don’t wanna converse, if it ain’t how to pack (baow, baow)
like b+tch, i’m the face of the bronx, like, i do want i want (i want)
i don’t need my gun, up my phone, with my finger, i still make him run (p+ssy)
like, he say, he go cool wit the deuce, he ain’t know what to do
i’m the flock, who go dumb (go dumb)
if he don’t got a mask, boy that sh+ts ass, face recognition he done
ebk doa gbg babies (babies)
we tote choppas, like this sh+t the navy
old heads get boomed, we leave em’ lazy (p+ssy)
if you want me to slide, better pay (pay me, n+gga)
b+tch i’m the king of the bronx, yeah, obey me (like)
n+ggas cappin’, like these n+ggas made me
b+tch i done up’d it, on n+ggas who raised me
he can get clipped on, thinkin’ he wavy (dummy)
and i can’t name a n+gga, who chased me (who chase me? i can’t name a n+gga, who chased me)
toting on 30s, berettas, no safety (no safety)
and i’m quick to up score, like mcgrady
(b+tch i’m the trend, but i’m ballin’ for baby)
[chorus: 26ar and slayter]
they throw shots, from quick recognition
mask on, ’cause of facial recognition
you know, i’ve been to the bookings
back then, i was terrorizing brooklyn
now a days, a couple racks for the booking
but you can’t name it, then it got took’n
right now, i got big names looking
almost there, i got like, half a foot in
keep a 45 on me, i ain’t fighting
back then, i was terrorizing dyckman
all i do is get high, and dodge indictments
i don’t fight, but the bullets hit like tyson
they must’ve not got the memo
we ain’t runnin’ outta ammo
we in the field, like the gang wearin’ camo
we movin’ milli, like tony soprano

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