Terror Wrist

[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot niggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 1: Yowda]
I don't fuck with no square niggas, I carry Glocks by the pair nigga
MAC-90 with a hair trigger, I can use this to embarrass nigga
Ain't nothin' 'bout me scared nigga, I shoot first 'cause I don't care nigga
Niggas talkin' 'bout jackin' me, I'll happily dare niggas
Hoes jock 'cause I'm a rare nigga
Bricks in the trunk, fuck a spare nigga
Got a four-five and a Glock forty
When them hoes come out they share niggas
I ain't shootin' in the air nigga
I'm aimin' at your hair nigga
Niggas solid 'til they catch a bullet
Man them ten fragments will tear niggas
Fuck a bitch and a bitch nigga
Ridin' 'round with that stick nigga
Motherfucker got a kick nigga
Close range it'll flip niggas
Take a shell for my shit nigga
Ride or die for my clique nigga
Niggas say they gon' catch me slippin'
They'll fuck around and catch a clip nigga

[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot niggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
We ain't with all of that talk or nothin'
Pork chop, swat or diss you
Still yellin' fuck the opposition
You ain't got a biscuit you ain't hoppin' in it
SK done got a lot of kicking
Forty pop, got a wild extension
Conversate about stick talk
Let's chop it up with these choppers nigga
Had a deuce five when I was thirteen
Junior high, got it dirt cheap
Homie popped another homie with it
First time I seen a nigga's shirt bleed
Said they down for that fat thang
Four nick, it revolve though
Caught the gang with a cinnabun
It's some other shit, he took 'em all though
Leezy ridin' with that FN, he got a pole on him that'll sing too
Blood said he got a Draco for like twelve hundred, I'ma need two
Me and Shooter Gang breeze through
Car doors what we eat through
Car doors what we eat through
Bitch nigga get his cheap chew

[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot niggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[Verse 3: We-G WaK]
Glock forty with the thirty extension
Beam on it, I ain't doin' much missin'
Spot the opposition, chopper get to spittin'
Murk the witness, ain't no time for snitching
Grip on it, it ain't doin' much kicking
Niggas bitches so they shots be missing
Creep up in the kitchen while you washing dishes
Is that your nigga, you can die with him
Put his ass on ice when this fire hit him
These twin nickels have recoil
Had to posture up when I fire with 'em
I slide through with that metal tin nigga
And dump shots, now your melon split nigga
You new niggas on some new shit
And I don't fuck around with all that tellin' shit nigga
Coppin' all these Dracos, got a nigga feelin' like Rambo
The bitch came with two clips, a shoulder straps, and a box full of ammo
Niggas talk about its on sight but I'm sliding nigga
Get a lil' thot bitch to find out where these niggas hidin' nigga

[Chorus: Yowda]
This pistol here got a drum on it
I pull it out, I bet none want it
This AK got a beam
She dirty, but the bitch so clean
This AP got a flashlight
We still shoot niggas in broad daylight
This twelve gauge got a clip on it
Gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it