8EIGHTYTHREE3

[Verse 1]
Robin jeans, I'm dressed all black
But this V, it's on my back
Talkin' crazy, he get wacked
Catch me out, I'm with my strap
All these drugs, they in my system
Fuck the opps, can't hang with snitches
Bitch, I shoot just like the pistons
[?], i'ma fuckin' villain
Gucci belt, my shirt Off White
Grab your gun 'cause we don't fight
Sellin' dope out late in night
Glock 40 by my side
Sippin' lean, that's 'bout a pint
Pretty bitches sniffin' white
See him posted, it's on sight
Stain him for his fuckin' life
These bitches cannot act right
Grip this fuckin' Mac tight
Bitch, I'm up, I'm movin' weight
Keep a pole up where he stay
Green and red around my waist
Off the [?], I'm up in space
Twelve pull up, he with the gang
Bitch I'm sippin', [?]
This drum, it make it kickback
[?] racks
You ain't really with that
Need drugs, I am [?]
[?]
Choppa just took off his head
Wild'n off this fuckin' tech
Hang that pig right by his neck
Thirteen shots go through his vest
Run up where he fuckin' rest
[?], cuttin' checks
Check out how my diamonds flash
Blade, I'm up in the field
Same talkin' get you killed
Woah, that's a lot of cash
Woah, got a lot of bands
Bands all up on her ass

[Verse 2]
Young Hades, no, you pussies really want it
Real cash, money, bitch, I was born stuttin'
How I take that bitches chain, no repercussions
Bullets beatin' up his brain like a concussion
Up the fuckin' pole now you see them bitches runnin'
Sippin' on the dirty like it's fuckin' lime tree
Always with the gang, bitch, we rollin' nine deep
How I'm flexin' like I'm pimpin' in the nineties
Two pistols and they twins, call 'em "Siamese"
Got the chopsticks on me, no Chinese
Said he 'bout it in the streets, I guess I'll see
And the yop on his head, then the R.I.P
Yeah, I'm with my squad, yeah, I'm with my gang
Yeah, I'm with my squad, yeah, I'm with my gang
I'm with my squad, I'm with my gang
I'm with my squad, I'm with my gang
I'm with my squad, I'm with my gang
Yeah, aye

[Outro]
-for his fuckin' life
These bitches cannot act right
Grip this fuckin' Mac tight
Bitch, I'm up, I'm movin' weight
Keep a pole up where he stay
Green and red around my waist
Off the [?], I'm up in space
Twelve pull up, he with the gang
Bitch I'm sippin', [?]
This drum, it make it kickback
[?] racks
You ain't really with that
Need drugs, I am [?]
[?]
Choppa just took off his head
Wild'n off this fuckin' tech
Hang that pig right by his neck
Thirteen shots go through his vest
Run up where he fuckin' rest
[?], cuttin' checks
Check out how my diamonds flash
Blade, I'm up in the field
Same talkin' get you killed
Woah, that's a lot of cash
Woah, got a lot of bands
Bands all up on her ass
Young Hades, no, you pussies really want it
Real cash, money, bitch, I was born stuttin'
How I take that bitches chain, no repercussions
Bullets beatin' up his brain like a concussion
Up the fuckin' pole now you see them bitches runnin'
Sippin' on the dirty like it's fuckin' lime tree
Always with the gang, bitch, we rollin' nine deep
How I'm flexin' like I'm pimpin' in the nineties
Two pistols and they twins, call 'em "Siamese"
Got the chopsticks on me, no Chinese
Said he 'bout it in the streets, I guess I'll see
And the yop on his head, then the R.I.P