[Lyric] Terrorize (Slayter)

[Intro: 26AR]
Slum
A Lau on the beat
Drench, drench, drench
Ayo, Eli what the fuck?!
Ayy, AR

[Chorus: 26AR]
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)
Nowadays, a couple racks for the booking (Breesh)
Bet 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)

[Post-Chorus: Slayter & 26AR]
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 (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: 26AR]
Told Slayter, we see them haters later (Slayter)
Lappin' niggas, 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 (Grrah)
Lift him up, and watch him ascend (Lift him)
Or pass I might give him a pass, it depends

[Verse 2: Slayter]
My life full of new shit
Hit the bitch, and I pass her to 26 (AR)
All my niggas got Glocks, and they use it
If the bitch don't give head, then she useless
We just get high, and fuck to my music
Poppin' these 30s, that shit therapeutic
Waka Flocka, on my hip, oh, let's do it
Mix the Xannies, with the Addy, I'm booted (I'm booted)

[Verse 3: 26AR & Kay Flock]
My closet filled up with Prada shit (Drip, drip, drip)
Dior, Amiri, a lot of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If the jeans ain't a band, I ain't coppin' it (At all)
I don't care what I'm totin', I'm flockin' it (Grrah)
Told my brothers stay smart, not dangerous (On bro)
'Cause a dangerous nigga get wacked (On bro)
And a dangerous nigga might lack (On bro)
Don't wanna converse, if it ain't how to pack (Baow, baow)
[Verse 4: Kay Flock]
Like, bitch, I'm the face of the Bronx, like
I do what I want (I want)
I don't need my gun, uppin' my phone on my finger, I still make em' run (Pussy)
Like, he say he go cool with the deuce, he don't know what to do
I'm the flock who go dumb (Go dumb)
If he don't got a mask, boy, that's his ass, face recognition, he done
EBK, DOA, GBG babies (Babies)
We tote choppas, like this shit the Navy
Old heads get boomed, we leave em' lazy (Pussy)
If you want me to slide, better pay me (Pay me, nigga)
Bitch I'm the king of the Bronx, obey me (Like)
Niggas cappin', like these niggas made me
Bitch I done up'd it, on niggas who raised me
He can get clicked on, thinkin' he wavy (Dummy)
And I can't name a nigga who chased me (Who chase me? I can't name a nigga who chased me)
Toting on .30's, Berettas, no safety (No safety)
And I'm quick to up score, like McGrady
(Bitch, I'm the trend, but I'm ballin' for JB)

[Chorus: 26AR]
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
Bet 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
[Post-Chorus: Slayter]
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