When It’s All Gone

By TERROR REID

On HOT VODKA 1

Released on October 16, 2019

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[Intro]

Can you turn it up?

Let me get my headphones

Here we go, uh, uh

When it's all gone (Goes like this)

And when it's all gone (Goes like that, uh)

And it goes like this

Check it out (What you believe in?)

So check it out (What you believe in?)

That's some real shit (Yo)

So check it out


[Verse 1]

So check it out, finna tell you what I'm all about

Ya time's runnin' out, so don't make me spell it out

Ya fuck with Reid and that's a doubt

I pull up in ya town and blast your teeth straight up out ya mouth

With the magnum, my style stay platinum

Skills, you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one

Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples

Pretty simple, fuck around and get crippled

'Cause first thing's first, bitch, I'm the boss

Chew you like floss

Leave ya face without a bottom jaw

Let the game die, bitch, I'll kill it if I have to

And if they ask who they better not ask you

'Cause you don't wanna fuck with a pimp

Got a dick like a blimp so I walk with a limp

I'm here to show ya folks that I'm the realest it can get

I'll bet my style so smooth, I'll make ya mama coochie wet


[Chorus]

And when it's all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

Motherfuckas think I'm losing it (What you believe in?)

But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

When it's all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

I'm hung up and I'm stuck (What you believe in?)

But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like


[Verse 2]

One, two, three, four to the five

Suicide ain't work, I'm still alive

Six, seven, eight, and the nine-millimeter

Ten shots make it hot like a heater

Don't trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut

Takin' off the mask, movin' up

My shit suck less than a hoe with a flat chest

Bitch look sick, so I take her to the vet

Bet my rhymes just be wicked like that

Throwing up the set with a fully automatic

I got the rhythm with the most steez

Hoe please and now they kneelin' down on both knees

Break your bitch like bread, coast to coast

Bodies be dead when I boast, my shit gross

The host with the most, burn ya like queso

You got a problem? Just say so


[Chorus]

And when it's all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

Motherfuckas think I'm losing it (What you believe in?)

But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like

When it's all gone (What you believe in?)

Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)

I'm hung up and I'm stuck (What you believe in?)

But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like


[Outro]

Knuckle up

It's Reid

R-E-I-D