2083 - 83HADES

I keep that Glock on my body, K on my hip

Fuck around, bang some shit

And I fell in love with narcotics, I ate all that shit

You-you can get hanged in this bitch

And you better watch what you poppin', we lacin' this shit

You could OD in this bitch

I’m sippin' Codeine in this bitch

And I got my team in this bitch

Yuh, yuh

If we got a problem then you can come meet with me, buddy

I’m not gonna tweet with nobody

I only want cash, I don’t wanna speak with your cudi

Just wanna get me to the money

And fuck up a bag, you pussy, you look like a fag

I’m letting off shots where you at

Swingin' a bag, we aim for the swing of the bag

I get 'em addicted to crack

Know I got my gun, I’m addicted to seeing 'em run

I’m fucking Chase bank with the funds

I’m sniffin' on Hannah, I’m sniffing on Lexie, I’m sniffing on white and I’m

sniffing retarded

You wanna quit, but you know that you started it

You can get hit, come around with that arguing

All of these rappers, they fake, they aren’t what they say

They probably just on some artist shit

And you better watch what you muh’fucking say

'Cause you can get hung like an ornament

Me and the gang, slide down where you stay

Because we know all your coordinates

I see yo shawty, I think that she into me

Surrounded by water just like an anemone

Turn to a target, my muh’fucking enemy

on my name, but it won’t be the end of me

I got the knife in my hand just like Michael

Stay over air, but you don’t gotta trifle

Posted with gang, you would think we was tribal

My money long, just like it’s the Eiffel

That ain’t no lean, boy you sipping on NyQuil

Look how I move, shit is real as the Bible

This ain’t no pistol, lil' bitch, it’s a rifle

I got 'em riding the wave like a tidal

I keep that Glock on my body, K on my hip

Fuck around, bang some shit

And I fell in love with narcotics, I ate all that shit

You-you can get hanged in this bitch

And you better watch what you poppin', we lacin' this shit

You could OD in this bitch

I’m sippin' Codeine in this bitch

And I got my team in this bitch

Yuh, yuh

If we got a problem then you can come meet with me, buddy

I’m not gonna tweet with nobody

I only want cash, I don’t wanna speak with your cudi

Just wanna get me to the money

And fuck up a bag, you pussy, you look like a fag

I’m letting off shots where you at

Swingin' a bag, we aim for the swing of the bag

I get 'em addicted to crack

Know I got my gun, I’m addicted to seeing 'em run

I’m fucking Chase bank with the funds

I’m sniffin' on Hannah, I’m sniffing on Lexie, I’m sniffing on white and I’m

sniffing retarded

You wanna quit, but you know that you started it

You can get hit, come around with that arguing

All of these rappers, they fake, they aren’t what they say

They probably just on some artist shit

And you better watch what you muh’fucking say

'Cause you can get hung like an ornament

Me and the gang, slide down where you stay

Because we know all your coordinates

I see yo shawty, I think that she into me

Surrounded by water just like an anemone

Turn to a target, my muh’fucking enemy

on my name, but it won’t be the end of me

I got the knife in my hand just like Michael

Stay over air, but you don’t gotta trifle

Posted with gang, you would think we was tribal

My money long, just like it’s the Eiffel

That ain’t no lean, boy you sipping on NyQuil

Look how I move, shit is real as the Bible

This ain’t no pistol, lil bitch, it’s a rifle

I got 'em riding the wave like a tidal