M4H - 83HADES

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