[Verse 1: 83HADES]
I hide under the bed i'm with all the monsters
You look like a Christian best pay you them crosses
You actin real iffy I think you imposter
I feel like a gargoyle I'm in the Impala
Try to run out man that shit can get rowdy
Feds on my head but I will not get caught up
Stop playing it off acting like I'm sorry
This ain't no game Atari
[?] like don't get that bitch started
It's the special ed it might go retarded
I jumped off the porch bitch I feel like I'm bossed up
Come in my way and that boy getting crossed up
Call me lil butcher cause I get you chopped up
Book us a bitch so she gеtting me topped up
Feel like policе cause they tryna stop us
I pull up the party I'm with all the robbers
I pull up the party I'm with all the choppers
I just took a xan I stay out the goblin
Will feed everyone all my team is all starvin
I cannot love her she callin me heartless
I'm movin weight out of her apartment
Tell them I'm showing up like a market
His body gone drop and this gun love to mark shit
And she like shawty let's dance
I get the bands up in my pants
I make her twerk I make her dance
Mini draco gone fuck up my stance
What do you need lemme know in advance
83
Now-Now i'm boutta flex on these boys just watch
Like watch how I run up get dumped with the Glock
Bitch this Mac got a mag it hold 32 shots
If you want you get popped then we skirt off the lot
And this shit picture perfect cause I like to crop
I ain't talkin to you that boy look like a cop
Got a steel on my hip watch my stick when I walk
We seal up his lips if that boy like to talk
Origami paper these rappers were made to fold
I could give 2 fucks about what you sayin hoe
Don't open that mouth if it's not for fellatio
Cause 5 broads wanna meet that's the ratio
This bitch too pussy to put me the radio
Gimme some bread like just for a cameo
I'm in a whip with some guns and a scary hoe
I'm takin shrooms just like i'm Mario
Shawty start leakin I come through the stereo
Bitch I pull up with a fake hoe
I finesse her with my muhfuckin bank roll
I-I-I just got out of the K hoe
Bitch I put 2 xans right in my fuego
You no-You not on my payroll
He talkin shit then I let the cake go
You eatin bullets like chips as a [?]
She said I thought I was faithful
Swim in her pussy i'm straight out the navel
We lacin this shit you don't know it's your nasal
These rappers be sweet man they sweet like some mayo
I-I'll do this shit just as long as i'm able
I'm holdin 2 Glocks 1 Cain and 1 Abel
I got the Glocks in my hand I got 2 of em
I got the beams in my pocket i'm movin em
They actin iffy these bullets go through em
Stop all that talkin and just put yo hands up
Gucci my waist it's keepin my pants up
Get put in yo place if you even try to stand up
This shit isn't funny this shit isn't stand up
The percy taste nice when it come out the fan
These dealers are pussy get em lined like a stanza
Food in my clip bitch I tow bananas
One day I will skirt off in a phantom
My Glock had a fit it's throwin a tantrum
Come in with 2 guns that shit lookin tandem
Think i'm startin to feel like Charles Manson
Bullets in the field got em prancin
All these fake rappers I don't understand it
If I pull up then you know we do damage
Shoot up his crib shoot up his carriage
Bitch I do Glocks I don't do marriage
[?] look like a terrorist
She gave me mouth like a muhfuckin therapist
I do not play around with muhfuckin [?]
Gettin erased if you think you are irritant
I take yo shawty I buy that bitch Louis Vuiton
I hide under the bed i'm with all the monsters
You look like a Christian best pay you them crosses
You actin real iffy I think you imposter
I feel like a gargoyle I'm in the Impala
Try to run out man that shit can get rowdy
Feds on my head but I will not get caught up
Stop playing it off acting like I'm sorry
This ain't no game Atari
[?] like don't get that bitch started
It's the special ed it might go retarded
I jumped off the porch bitch I feel like I'm bossed up
Come in my way and that boy getting crossed up
Call me lil butcher cause I get you chopped up
Book us a bitch so she gеtting me topped up
Feel like policе cause they tryna stop us
I pull up the party I'm with all the robbers
I pull up the party I'm with all the choppers
I just took a xan I stay out the goblin
Will feed everyone all my team is all starvin
I cannot love her she callin me heartless
I'm movin weight out of her apartment
Tell them I'm showing up like a market
His body gone drop and this gun love to mark shit
And she like shawty let's dance
I get the bands up in my pants
I make her twerk I make her dance
Mini draco gone fuck up my stance
What do you need lemme know in advance
83
Now-Now i'm boutta flex on these boys just watch
Like watch how I run up get dumped with the Glock
Bitch this Mac got a mag it hold 32 shots
If you want you get popped then we skirt off the lot
And this shit picture perfect cause I like to crop
I ain't talkin to you that boy look like a cop
Got a steel on my hip watch my stick when I walk
We seal up his lips if that boy like to talk
Origami paper these rappers were made to fold
I could give 2 fucks about what you sayin hoe
Don't open that mouth if it's not for fellatio
Cause 5 broads wanna meet that's the ratio
This bitch too pussy to put me the radio
Gimme some bread like just for a cameo
I'm in a whip with some guns and a scary hoe
I'm takin shrooms just like i'm Mario
Shawty start leakin I come through the stereo
Bitch I pull up with a fake hoe
I finesse her with my muhfuckin bank roll
I-I-I just got out of the K hoe
Bitch I put 2 xans right in my fuego
You no-You not on my payroll
He talkin shit then I let the cake go
You eatin bullets like chips as a [?]
She said I thought I was faithful
Swim in her pussy i'm straight out the navel
We lacin this shit you don't know it's your nasal
These rappers be sweet man they sweet like some mayo
I-I'll do this shit just as long as i'm able
I'm holdin 2 Glocks 1 Cain and 1 Abel
I got the Glocks in my hand I got 2 of em
I got the beams in my pocket i'm movin em
They actin iffy these bullets go through em
Stop all that talkin and just put yo hands up
Gucci my waist it's keepin my pants up
Get put in yo place if you even try to stand up
This shit isn't funny this shit isn't stand up
The percy taste nice when it come out the fan
These dealers are pussy get em lined like a stanza
Food in my clip bitch I tow bananas
One day I will skirt off in a phantom
My Glock had a fit it's throwin a tantrum
Come in with 2 guns that shit lookin tandem
Think i'm startin to feel like Charles Manson
Bullets in the field got em prancin
All these fake rappers I don't understand it
If I pull up then you know we do damage
Shoot up his crib shoot up his carriage
Bitch I do Glocks I don't do marriage
[?] look like a terrorist
She gave me mouth like a muhfuckin therapist
I do not play around with muhfuckin [?]
Gettin erased if you think you are irritant
I take yo shawty I buy that bitch Louis Vuiton
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