DRAMA - 83HADES, Kamiyada+

Get the fuck outta my fucking face

RVR3 in this bitch

I ain’t playing right now, man, you can really get smoked

Always talking that wrong, but you ain’t ever doing shit

Shut the fuck up, you ain’t finna buck shit

I don’t know, man, the dog’s out tonight, cuz

RVR3 in this bitch

Midnight in this bitch

Kami in this bitch

And I’m in here, too

Yeah, let’s get it

Po-pop out of the cut, I’m with the fye, he is not with that drama

I’m Al-packin' in this bitch, lil hoe I just pulled out a llama

I just made my choppa levitate, huh, Kamiyada

I don’t got no type, Type 54

I just bought a strap, you can put that on my FICO

Finish on that bitch in 15 minutes, call me Geico

Six rings, six-figure checks like I’m Michael

I’ma slide down to his place, all up with my pole

Bitch I got the gas just like a Nazi

You get ran by the squad, I’ma give her a bukkake

And there’s hits on my head, tryna kill me 'cause I’m cocky

Bitch I run into the fucking function and kill everyone

Big motherfuckin' heater, I’ma spray it like a sentry gun

Posted up with Kami, bitch we down to slaughter anyone

You might got a gun, but when it’s time I know you will not use it

That don’t make you hard just 'cause you listening to all this music

I’m so tired of this talking shit, pull up, we get to shooting

Shut the fuck up and do it already, let’s get it

I be fucking on that bitch, leave that body in a ditch

Red dot for a snitch

Shawty bouncing on the dick

Bitch, I’m coming, I’m equipped, got a fragment in his ribs

If he wanna talk that shit, he can caught up at his shows

I’ma bring me in a pole

The fuck are you talking 'bout?

If you stick around bitch then ima promise you gon' know

I ain’t ever gonna fold

Real thug shit, bitch I am always on go

5'10 nigga, but that AR really 6'2

Magazines run past a nigga if it’s issues

Double mag, 5.56 7.62

Rip a nigga up and blend his organs up like mixed fruit

Diamonds on me segregated stones that apartheid

Crucify a nigga if he looking at me cross-eyed

Still fuck 12, but we love guns like the alt-right

when they dump that shit all night

That boy shivering, sniffing, like what you made of?

That boy pussy like the shit that he came from

Bullet storm hit his skull, turn his brain numb

Drama club niggas be acting like they insane, huh?

Been around this long life, we racing to make the finish

Bullets got him talking like David after the dentist

, Midnight Society, I’m a menace

Like I’m John Wick, I see the target, then I’ma hit it

My shooters floor it, they be from Hades

My bitch a demon, I pass her to Hades

Double entendre clip, that be 380

Red ring of death, on my clock you can’t play me

All of my niggas bust out on that demon shit

Piss on your grave 'cause your life is so meaningless

Bring out the tool like Alonzo

Running plays;

Broncos

I eat that bitch like cilantro

Fuck your lil bitch, I’m the head honcho

I’m the one doing wetting, don’t need ponchos

MK11, she giving me head combos

It got fucked up and I shot up the Texaco

All of my plugs coming straight out of Mexico

I’ll fuck your bitch, I guess that makes us Eskimos

Don’t try and run off, this choppa has testicles

, you get run-up at festivals

Smoking on gas, bitch it’s motherfucking medical

All of your music is trash, receptacle

I’m getting tired, I hit it in intervals

Swear all these pussies, they talking subliminals

I’m off the molly, I’ll pop me some minerals

I see a tango, I aim and eliminate

Finger my bitch out in public on dinner dates

My niggas hungry, eat steak off your dinner plate

You in a jam, you the first they incriminate

We want his, so we made that boy dissipate

niggas be shooting 'til they get erased

Bullets tell stories and I like to illustrate

Wake up too moody, whose life is we finna take

I’ve got a plan to get bands, let’s facilitate

I cannot rest 'til I know that my niggas straight

He got a ski mask, so I scope around

I get her wet from afar, her legs open now

Pull off her bra with my dick, she say «Choke me now»

Hoes in the crib, so they think that we holding out

Rent a foreign whip, drive like it’s stolen now

Call me a pervert 'cause my pistol poking out

I like all of my bitches Vanilla, no Ice

three blind mice

Stood on his with a dog, that shit bite

And my gun is level 23, so I get a new sight

My bitch will shoot you with elegance

Talkin 'bout Glocks, I need ten of them

Bullets gon' fly like a Pelican

They no like me and me no like them

Them a mi enemy, me and them nuh friends

They no like me and me no like them

83 pull up, it’s the beginning of the end