Lyrics BERSERK - 83HADES, Kill Stacy

BERSERK

EEIGHTYTHREE EP, fuck the waiting
How you go from suspect to patient?
He a lame jit, I don’t speak his language
FN got 'em hit, now he layin'
Heard it, like the fuck is he sayin'
Man, that bitch fall in love 'cause I’m Satan
Got him- on that tree, how you hangin'?
Dismember his body, no hangman
Aye, you better watch where you aim at
'Cause you can end up on the pavement
I’m baggin' 'em drugs, boy, I’m waitin'
I’m way in your sister, I’m way in
Came in the trap, yea, I got a lot of cannabis
Talk down on RVR3, then I’m eliminating
Hands up, get down, this a home invasion
And I’m off green, 'lil bitch, you know I’m elevated
Come and get the beam, 'lil boy, you gon' get devastated
Shawty give me neck right now, 'cause I’m sick of waitin'
Came in the trap, bitch, you know that I run it
Big 83, bitch, I came in her stomach
I pull out the Glizzy, you see them boys runnin'
I’m up in the studio countin' up hunnids
If you fucks claimin' G you gon' end up with nothin'
The voices in my head, they all told me to gun it
Triple six, faggot, he’ll never be something
Walk in this bitch like a band how we drummin'
Shawty goin' with it, goin' blizzard, uh
Run in your house with that burner, huh
Fuck with these toys you get, huh
Run in your trap with that burner, huh
That pussy sweet, just like sherbert, huh
Shawty, yeah, I’m off methane
Pull up, we kill them, we left them
I hit it up with the
Rollin' big blunts, but you know that I face it
Aim to the bitch, I hit him with the 'K clips
I’m so sorry officer, it just started spraying
Someone better save him, someone better state him
Fuck all that shit, you get pounded
I got them drugs so I don’t got no feelings
Talk on me wrong grab yo cap and I peel it
I been had a check so its fuck all the dealies
I dilly I dally throw bands in yo city
They talk like they doubt it I pop out foreally
Like what’s that shit worth on my back
Bout 3 billies
I get it off tracks throw a rack on yo biddie
She pop it for stacks put my sack on her kitty
Niggas ain’t on the same shit that I’m on
They gone fold under pressure and switch for a hoe
So I get what I get out that boy Im ghost
Do the same to they hoe Fuck her once and I’m gone
Niggas want deals don’t move shit for the low
Niggas gon' squeal, get 'em peeled for an O
I got some niggas who down for my gang
Who will run in yo spot in my name with the chrome
Aye, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout
Uh, yuh, who the fuck’s talkin' now
Uh, yuh, who the fuck talkin' back
Nigga, go clack-clack, nigga that’s a ratatat
Aye, shots in yo chest
Uh, wait, straight thru yo vest
Hollow tips know that they stuffed in the tec
You know that they poppin', I’m leavin' you wet
Like, FOW
Pussy ass nigga
Leave a nigga wet like, wet like (Repeated)