SNOW - 83HADES

Problem child, I got issues

If you leave right now, I won’t miss you

Got the beam right now, it might hit you

It’s OK 'lil shawty, whatchu been through?

Now everybody mad 'cause I stack up

I just got me a bag like I’m Santa

Two girls on my sleeve, no kappa

And she love the cocaine what she after

Bitch I’m the devil need a pastor

Everybody wanna be a fuckin' rapper

All black in the Ghost, like I’m Casper

Codeine what I sip, I’ma trapper

She used to be a dream, now she nightmare

Out of hell, I got demon in my stare

And they say I’m gon' die, but I don’t care

Big R’s in this bitch, 'cause I’m very rare

'Lil bro said he won’t run my fade

And you know I’m pullin' up, I got the 12 gauge

Things are getting better, but they won’t stay

I’ma die real young, fuck old age

Left me feelin' hopeless like a cold case

I’ve been smoking big woods, that’s all day

Gimme all the money, put it to his face

Pull up to his spot, then I’m finna raid

I’m just really tryna fuck, why you bein' lame, shawty?

If I’m in the fuckin' club then I’m killin' everybody

I just want all of the money, fuck the fame, nothin' but it

And I’m all up in her ribs, and I’m all up in her stomach

If you move too quick, grab the pistol then I dump it

I’ma really get it thumpin' when I pull up to the function

I don’t trust no one, so I’m quick to make assumptions

When I up the fuckin' pistol, all them boys start runnin

Ain’t love no thot, fell in love with the block

Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Robin jeans what I rock

I ain’t never had shit, so I move crack rock

Game blues in this bitch, stuff it up with moon rock

Choppa sending shots, make that boy fuckin' moon walk

Pay me first 'lil hoe, I don’t wanna hear you talk

Know I’m all in her jaw, yea that shit got rocked

And I’m really with the static, you don’t wanna get shocked

Got a big 4 Glock, sending shots, drop the top

Drop my balls in the bitch, yea I call that New Years

We don’t fuck with no lames, yea you boys all queer

You don’t scare me, you a pussy, I don’t have no fear

Walk in Barney’s, spend a bag, used to shop at Sears

Tear drops on my face, 'cause my bro not here

And I had to hit 100, 'cause there’s 12 in the rear

Please do not come close, don’t even come near

I’ve been movin with the snow

I’ve been movin with the snow

I’ve been movin with the dope

I’ve been movin with the blow

Credit card, I’m sniffin snow

Credit card, I’m sniffin snow

Credit card, I’m sniffin snow

Credit card, I’m sniffin snow

I’ve been movin' with my pole now

Movin' lots of snow now

Really gonna show out

This pistol finna blow out

Think I might just go M.I.A

Can’t get out of my head

It pains me like a migraine

She do whatever I say

Walk up with a pipe, aye

Who needs them a pint?

Aye

I don’t really like the light

Cruisin' in the night

Just might snatch your wife

Grab my blade, my knife

Goodbye to your life, hoe

Bitch I shoot like Michael

I’m demon, bitch I’m psycho

I’m taking your life, hoe