Текст песни 4 Tha Moon - Pouya , Terror Reid

Running with a mask and Glock hot Vodka in the flask
Terror told me get em I got em I'm on yo ass
Sodomy don't bother me I'm sick of living modestly
So I got two Ferraris and a bag full off cash
Hand full off ass
You rappers smoking glass
I'm blast from the past
With these flows I'm pastor
OG original I'm daddy to you bastards
Two white bitches in the back seat yelling MAGA
Fuck the opposition my mission is fuck em all
Rolling with the nine and keep it tucked in my draws
Pull up in two vans like we coming off the wall
Boy you should of never got involved
I feel like my life is a typhoon
I should of 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

Pala untamed
These other boyz lame
Tha top of my game mane
Yall should be ashamed
I used break frames ya my hands got bloody
Now im posted inna cooz wagyu inna tummy
Bout three green pills inna fist
Ice cold grip on a stainless
Brainless
Ten speed deep while im rockin on a beat
And dey clockin my heat
Needa calm down hoe take a seat
And i never wan stay in da same place
So i keep it low at a quick pace laced
Belly flop flyin while i creep on dis
10 back yall stinkin like asparagus piss
Yall need a wash
Da great big 408 boss
My forehead glossed
Speed away w the NOS
I'm blowin trees down w the way that i lean
Think i need a nap Pouya tell em what i mean