Lyrics M4H - 83HADES

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