DOIN MY THANG TERROR REID (Ft. Rocci)

[Intro]
Turn it up, bitch, what the fuck?

[Verse 1: TERROR REID]
Yeah
I got my windows down, might see me cruisin' like a mack wit' a full tank
Worryin' 'bout nothin' 'cause the check just hit the bank
Thinkin' 'bout my beezy from around the way
Say she got a man, but he gone, he on a holiday
I had to swoop
Pedal to the metal, my level impenetrable
"The lyric devil" tell it like it is, I'm Aaron Neville
I pick her up, now we dippin' on the interstate
Candy paint, savin' trouble for another day
I got my hammer on my hip like I'm about to work a shift
She pulled a baggie, had me thinkin' I could use a lift
She raisеd it up so I could sniff
Yank it like a spliff
Now I'm buzzin'
Said it's Cuban but I knew it wasn't
I keep it movin', I'm just doin' what I'm meant to
Rеminiscing, ain't no use stewin' on my mental, shit
So grab a glass and raise it up
'Cause sippin' ain't enough
I'm just tryna do my thang, fuck that other stuff