CROPT 83HADES (Ft. Zotiyac)

[Intro]
*Dog barking*
E-Eighty-three

[Verse 1: 83hades]
Pull up with 'Yac, bitch we bringing the mob
I don't wanna fight I got Margiela's on
He talkin' down now he feeling fine, fuck
Pussy lil' boy you get cropt, fuck
If I'm with the squad then I'm glocked up
B-Bitch I'm an alien grippin' the choppa
I neutered that boy and turned him into pasta
I'm smoking on gas like a muhfuckin' rasta
I don't wanna swing, what the fuck do I look like?
I pressure your skull in the blunt, I can't think twice
RVR3 in this bitch and I'm posted with Crow Life
You say that shit in yo' song, but when you get cut you got no ice
You tell the gang and we turned you a no-life
Christ, I'ma make them all feel my knife
I come down we gon' be alright
A-Ain't feeling right
Muhfucka try me that'll be his life
I-I fiеnd in the night, I fiend just right
Slide down to his crib just to feed his wifе
I'm in a all black Benz, but I'm sniffin' white
Turn his ass to a poltergeist
Big Glocks bitch I'm totin' pipes
Who wanna fall tonight?
We don't leave 'til the grip is tight
Kill 'em all, leave 'em dead in spite