4 Tha Moon Pouya & Terror Reid

[Intro: Pouya]
Uh, ayy

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Running with a mask and a Glock, hot vodka in the flask
Terror told me get 'em, I got 'em, I'm on your ass
Sodomy, don't bother me, I'm sick of livin' modestly
So I got two Ferraris and a bag full of cash
Handful of ass, you rappers smoking glass
I'm a blast from the past with these flows, I'ma pastor
OG, Original, I'm daddy to you bastards
Two white bitches in the backseat yellin', "MAGA"
Fuck the opposition, my mission is fuck 'em all
Rollin' with a 9 and I keep it tucked in my drawers
Pull up in two vans like we coming off the wall
Boy, you shoulda never got involved
I feel like my life is a typhoon
I should have went to bed, but I stuck around for the moon
You can hear my mind cry when it's quiet
At any moment, explode and start a riot, life on autopilot, yuh

[Verse 2: Terror Reid]
'Pala untamеd, these other boys lamе
The top of my game, mane, y'all should be ashamed
I used to break frames, yeah, my hands got bloody
Now I'm posted in a cooz, wagyu in the tummy
'Bout three green pills in the fist
Ice-cold grip on a stainless, brainless
Ten-speed deep while I'm rockin' on a beat
And they clocking my heat
Need to calm down, hoe, take a seat
And I never want to stay in the same place
So I keep it low at a quick pace, laced
Belly flop flyin' while I creep on this
Ten back, y'all stinkin' like asparagus piss
Y'all need to wash, the great big 408 boss
My forehead glossed, speed away with the NOS
I'm blowing trees down with the way that I lean
I think I need a nap, Pouya, tell 'em what I mean