Lyrics KILLER - 83HADES

KILLER

I’ve been with the cannon, I’ve been with the smoke
The Glock’s fully loaded, I’m upping the pole
It’s not to December, but I’m seeing snow
Too much in your mouth, bitch it’s making you choke
Pull up with gang and we banging some shit
You not a real gangster, stop playing like it
Walk in the party, we gang in this bitch
I’m sipping up dirty with froze on my wrist
I got a clip, aye, aye
I got a clip, aye
Pull up with sticks, aye, aye
I’m dawgging that bitch, aye
I’m dawgging that bitch
Big 83 we can get this shit cracking
I make his head disappear like some magic
No competition, these rappers are faggots
You don’t want static, I’m causing havoc
My Glock had a seizure, I make it start spazzing
I grip on the ratchet unloading the jacket
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are tragic I catch him in traffic
Shoot at his house I look like the reaper
I got me a nina, shawty turn red when I see her
I make her turn blue then I reel
I pull up and swerve, stomping his face on the curb
She gimme the urge
I feel like Michael, kill like I’m Jason
Kidnap that bitch, bring 'em straight to the basement
Me and this rifle, we looking at Jason
Hit up my phone, come shot at the Kpins
Lean in my cup, bitch, I’m sipping on syrup
I’m off of this earth, late in the night when I lurk
Shawty come show me your worst
I’m making her purr, I’m tryna get in her purse
Talk down on my name, that’s a curse
I wish you the worst, I’m finna put blow in a hearse
Sniffing on coke, bitch, I’m sniffing on ether
I got a heater, that pussy slide down, lemme eat her
Now I’m getting eager, you built like a lemur
I’m fucking one time, I don’t need her
Dogging that bitch in the jace
I wanna race, shawty I want me a Wraith
If he acting to serious, I hit him with 8
Taking my Glock on a date
Think it belongs in a cage
I’m tryna get in her ribcage
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Rock make her flip (aye)
I got the Glock and the clip (aye)
I’m high off the acid, I don’t give fuck
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In my lung
And this ain’t no band, but I got me a drum
Ima tie the rope from the tree where you hung
Know when I talk you can see in my tongue
Up the pistol, bitch, I need a refund