Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2083, artist - 83HADES.
Date of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2083 |
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 |