[Intro: YBT & Setitoff83]
M8V3N Gang
3X
83 Baby
Look
Gang

[Verse 1: YBT & Setitoff83]
N***as already know what it's hittin’ for, catch him in traffic, leave shells at his window (Grah)
Know that I bring that heat Winslow, bro catch us opp, I'ma aim at six more
Leave a hole in your face like zero, remember way back, we was broke, I had zero (What else?)
Lackin' in traffic, I get it crackin’, think I'm a train how I blow smoke
Don't get railroad (Uh-uh), we pull up with Ks like, hello
She want me to play with that kitty like Hello (What else?)
That pussy boomin' like Metro, walkdown mid-range like Melo (Flex)
Fuck that shit, I ain't finna explain (Uh-uh)
He gone against the grain, I put somethin' in his brain
My lil' n***as on him, they snatchin' his chain, now they running his pockets for loose change, n***a (Yeah)
And they flex a lil’ n***a, I might have flex me a n***a that move change, n***a
Feel like "Fuck what he sayin’", if he ain't talkin’ 'bout them figures
I move with them killers (What it do?), they comin' like ISIS when they say they comin' to get you (For real)
You know how I’m comin', you try to run off, then you gon' get shot like a picture (Bang)
When we ballin', ain't doin' no timeouts, bitch, I'm still in the bricks with that iron out
Say he want it, this pussy gon' find out
Yeah, he must wanna find out (Ha), how we comin' (What else?)
But these n***as know how we comin', them opps say they 'bout it, they must be some dummies
Ho smoke with the gang, we gon' bang him, if I catch him, I'ma put him under (Gang)
[Verse 2: Setitoff83]
YBT (Gang), n***as know we bangin' the 3 (Ha)
N***a get you gone for a couple of bands, my shooters gon' kill for the free (For real)
Young thug n***a gon' kill for the 3 (On gang), still be out in the field with that blicky on me (Ayy)
Yeah, you know that blicky on me, can't catch my flow
When I caught his homie, I hit his ass with them 5.56s (Grah)
He almost died from the 5.56s (Grah), I don't care if it's five of them n***as (Aight), we pull up, we blowin' out five of them bitches (For real)
You know 83 Babies, we trending (For real), any beat we hop on, we rippin' (Yeah)
Young n***a done came so far, on God, just look at my wrist, it glisten (On gang)
We don't know what y'all bang, we Crippin', where the fuck you hang in them trenches?
You know when I catch him, I don't spare a thing, I don't care if that boy with his mistress (For real)
This 40 turn into a fish stick (Grah), and you know Setitoff won't miss shit (Nah)
What you got, little bitch? This a trench 'fit (Yeah), with my Glock on my side, this a trench kid
N***as try to kill me I ain't goin', for a fact, I'm Crip I'm blowin' (Fah)
And you know since a youngin' I been a shooter, when I blow, for a fact I'm scorin' (On gang)
When we bust at your bitch, she whorin' (Yeah), all up through this dick, she goin' (For real)
Just give us a year, we tourin' (Ha), talkin' back-to-back in them foreigns, on gang