[Verse 1: 83HADES]
Walk in, you can't see the scratches on side of my weapon
I send him to hell he ain't goin' to heaven
This a walk-down run-down, with the MAC-11
I cannot understand you so please speak correctly
I don't do subliminals, I speak directly
I'll fuck up shorty, she think that she sexy
This shit autopilot I'm whippin' a Tessie
I be sniffin' on white girl I'm sniffin on Lexie
And when I pull up with gang I be talkin' my shit
Bitch I feel like a chef when I chop up the brick
I told her to play with it, she harden my dick
You should peep what I'm carryin', cuz it's a real glick
If I walk in the function I'm takin' your bitch
That boy tried to kill me but my Glock interfered
And I think I just shot him, madе my Glock disappear
And if you not talkin' money, you talkin' real wеird
Why aren't there any big shottas in here?
Turn on the strobe, now he look like a deer
Because I been sinnin' it's God what I fear
See her throwin' that ass told her bring it right here
On whole different levels you not even near, uh
Tell me what you know about it
Pull up to my crib if you ain't that hurt we can throw about it
Now they tryna come up in my life like I am never doubted
Fuckin' on your bitch but you can have her I be in and out it
Come and suck up on this big ass dick, bitch I'm really clouted
Go ahead and ask about me you will find I been about it
This a motherfuckin' S-Class, see me hoppin' out it
All these bitches fake they just want money
You can't get none from me
Put this dick up in her tummy
Make her think she love me
You like dick? You musty
Drop a perky and that shit turn bubbly
That bitch fat not husky
My chop down to fuck even if ugly
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
You might get money but we get it quicker
These n***as be sayin' the plug is they n***a
You is drug addict of course he's your n***a
I don't fuck with the plug, and he isn't my n***a
We tie up the plug and threw him in the river
She comin' back to my dick like a [?]
We beat him and took his strap, it made no difference
She's suckin' my dick like she's fuckin' illiterate
Most of you only seen guns on the internet
I pop a perc and I don't go to sleep
Darkie drew me and team made 4k in a week
Off of rap, that's no cap n***a
You said that your bitch was thick but she fat n***a
Whenever you see me I'm dripped in designer
Drop racks Prada sack with a new Prada hat n***a
Don't call me, knock your ass back into slavery
Don't hit me for features unless you is payin' me
All these rappers is cap except 83
I run to the money too fast you ain't racin' me
I keep on breakin' the bank so they hatin' me
I got a jar full of strong like it's spinach
She hop on my stilt like we finna play Quidditch
Toe taggin' the beat and we made you a witness
We find out you snitch and we handlin' business
Your bitch at my house just to ride like Olympics
I only work out when I'm liftin' that Glock
If I'm talkin' 'bout fitness that's only my cock
In her mouth check my watch cuz it's blowjob o'clock
I just popped me a perc and got beamed up by Spock
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[Verse 3: 83HADES]
I got all these fish up in my bag it's an aquarium
I just had her give me all her brain and now she very dumb
Please don't let me catch you by yourself because I carry guns
Knock her out the motherfuckin' park like I'm Barry Bonds
What you gonna do lil boy? You got Sperry's on
TSA gon' let me slide with acid on my carry-on
Bitch these guns be blastin' Ion know what the fuck y'all be on
Think you hit your limit and I'm still goin' way beyond
Got a 9 milli on my hip I got it from [?]
And this choppa singin' like it's mofuckin' Celine Dion
Said he want it with me in the field I told him bring it on
Are you sure you wanna do it lil bro this steel is strong
Spin her on my dick, that's a mofuckin' helicopter
Bitch I'm from the BK I ain't talkin' bout no fuckin' Whopper
Shit is getting hostile so I'm getting to pull out the chopper
I ain't comin' after just you, you AND your daughter
Smell the fish in bag that shit is fresh out the water
Bitch this shit is laced, I ain't smokin' on no marijuana
Castin' all these spells on these bitches like I'm Harry Potter
I do not know why the fuck you talkin' boy you barely slaughter
I don't know why the fuck you talkin' you won't pull it
Nah, bitch I'm pullin' out the heater and I'm finna cook it
Nah, if you wanna get a show, you gon' have to book it
Raw dick for a bitch when I see that no ones lookin'
[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Fuck a bitch too hard, got her walkin' crooked
I could rob a n***a with a pistol if it's fuckin' wooden
You the type of n***a take your daughter when I wasn't lookin'
You ain't gettin' nothin' back from this game you ain't fuckin' put in
You the type of n***a snitch before you get to central booking
I'ma movie villain, n***as softer than vanilla puddin'
Still pushin'
The drug bust was just a little extra cushion
Walkin' through my hood look like you goin' on an expedition
The way I see through fake ass n***as I got super vision
Only time you ever held a gun was on Activision
So many zeroes in my bank account you'd think it was a typo
Now my pockets too fat and I think they need lipo
[?] that's when I walk up It's evident
In fifteen hundred and 15 minutes just like I called Geico