Lyrics 2083 - 83HADES

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