Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M4H, artist - 83HADES.
Date of issue: 26.04.2020
Song language: English
M4H |
How the fuck you gonna try and cut me for the same drugs that you fucking rap |
about |
Tell me, what is that about |
You can come and fight me if you want, I’m in your bitch’s mouth |
Tired of the bitch, so I’m finna pull her tracks all out |
Said he got a check, so I robbed him, made it cancel out |
Teacher said that I would never be shit, look who’s banded now |
Pull the cannon out |
Take your shorty back, in fifteen minutes I’ll be in and out |
I ain’t regress saying shit, bitch, I double down |
Touch one of my boys and he finna catch a hundred rounds |
Playin' with them toys, shorty fuck me cause I run the town |
See him on the block in broad day, we still gon' gun him down |
I hate everybody, hope that my addiction kill me sooner |
Spin around his block and then we finna let go of the ruger |
I be doing all that shit I say, he just talk on computers |
Spinning lies about me, live your own life, you a fucking loser |
Married to the coke, I guess that you could call me an abuser |
He done crossed the line, now I’m tryna get at my accuser |
Shout out to the real, fuck the fake, you is not a shooter |
Smoke will give you cancer, bullet bigger than a fucking tumor |
Rappers tryna get up in my lane, they get outmaneuvered |
I’m hopping out the Beemer, you still pull up in a Mini Cooper |
Think he really falling fucking head, but he really stupid |
Shorty, she ain’t heard of anything but now she on the movement |
Janky motherfuckers tryna track up to my every movement |
Really seeing through you motherfuckers, cause you are translucent |
And if I do not get a break soon, I swear I’m gonna lose it |
That boy like to sing a line, and I’m not talking 'bout acoustics |
I’m pressing all these pills, bitch, you better watch what you’re consuming |
Fucked all of these campers for their racks, you need a revolution |
I don’t wanna squash no beef, fuck a resolution |
This the real fucking trap house, bitch, we really boomin' |
Want her fingerprints I’ll have the stupid bitch grip on it |
Put a tit on it |
Pullin' out my dick, I’ma have her sit on it |
I need big pockets, just to hold my wallet, it be Rick Ross’n |
Bought a new gun, that’s a Mini Draco, shoot the shit out it, I rip out it |
She said her pussy hurt, I take my dick out it, like I’ve been bout it |
Fuck this drug game, bitch, I’m robbing swerves until I get out it |
Put my scope up on his melon, then I fucking blew the shit out it |
Pulling up in an S6, and then I kick your lil' bitch out it |
I got coke up in my nose, I don’t think I can live on without it |
I got both of these dumb hoes doing shit just so they get clout, and |
That’s the one who’s talking shit, so me and gang gon' fucking surround him |
Rappers trolling off, all up in my lane, I gotta swerve 'round em |
M4H, I’m a hit man |
If we finna pull up, it ain’t for no reason, take his big bands |
I’ma bag it right up, after I scale it, I’m the zip man |
If you walk 'round with no gun, and you 'round here, boy you a lick, man |
I got people post up 'round me at all times from KY to Brooklyn |
I got glass all up on me, run from jakes, I think they know I’m pushin' |
Rappers fallin' off, better hope that they are over cushion |
I don’t give no fucks, I have no morals, slide in on your woman |
Okay, airing shit out, like everything is shredded by the bullets |
Call him out, he fake, I’m on his neck, just like a fucking mullet |
Meet me at the spot, surround the driveway, I told them to pull in |
Cam out in the bushes till we see him, then we start ambushin' |
Bitch, this is not a game |
Like, where he lay |
Someone scope him out, find out where he stay |
I’m selling drugs, on the same shit, just a different day |
In headspace, I gotta shoot these bullets, they renovate |
Like, just by looking at his page you can tell that boy is a fake |
Like, just by looking at his face you can tell that boy is a lame |
And, if you see me in broad day, then I am probably with the gang |
I got some shit up in this chamber that’s gon' knock his fucking frame |
Wait for it, hoe, I said «wait for it» |
Shorty said she want some rapper dick, I told that bitch to pay for it |
Mean ass glizzy on my side, I even got a fucking name for it |
I, I named my fucking chopper, and his name is Jason |
Cousin like to rip, I spray all lead, and now everyone erases |
Promise he gon' cave in, he a pussy, he rat in his statements |
No mask on me, make sure it was blatant, see the face of Satan |
This a one night stand, no I’m not datin', unless you got a payment |
Stomp him on the pavement, he bleed out, like we just got him painted |
No, I do not want it, yes, I’m gon' be famous |
M4H, killers on a first name basis |
You know who the bitch is, I don’t gotta say shit |