[Intro]
Yo Dub, I got you

[Hook]
Got the money on my mind, riding by myself
Vibin' to my shit, cause I don't need nobody else
Say we do this on our own, we don't need nobody's help
And we get a bunch of mugs, cause they know we got the belt
We ain't worried bout em, nah
We ain't worried bout em, nah
We ain't worried bout em, nah
We ain't worried bout em, nah
Say them rappers poppin' shit shit, cause we ain't worried bout em, nah
Say them haters on my dick, but we ain't worried bout em, nah

[Verse 1]
The freshest on the scene, fuck what you done heard about
Any rapper step up, guarantee it's murder now
How you fly, you ain't even out the nest yet
Terry F aka, the best yet
This a warning motherfucker I don't make threats
I'm in the lead, I might hit you with a brake check
I'm in this hoe, like Playtex
Now you out this hoe, like safe sex

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Verse two, rappers got a curfew
I'm sick with this fly shit, that's bird flu
It's Thunder Bird and I will turn you into bird food
Feed you to the homies, cause they all got to eat too
Creep through, candy paint up on the dodge
Now they feeling me, I ain't talking massage
Got my dough lifted, I ain't talking garage
They keep on tryna' figure me out, like mirages
Cause they know their ass faker, than Nicki Minaj's
To ill with these words, don't they get nauseous
When they hear my name brought up don't they take caution?
Cause we doing numbers, like we at an auction
Grab a beat when I'm bored, then I gotta chalk it
Most of y'all talk the talk, I don't see you walkin'
Throwing bars this way? Imma' have to off him
That NyQuil that you on, won't get rid of this coffin

[Hook]