800 Degrees lyrics

[Intro]
(Shout-out DJ Chopper, I see you, boy, ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Strapped with a semi, I'ma get off when I catch 'em
This that kill 'em on the interstate and get off on the next exit (Skrrt)
Real guns, not them Splat ones, we really wet sh*t (Ooh, yeah)
Free Lil Meezy 'til it's backwards like I'm dyslexic (Free Lil Meezy)
Them n*ggas ain't got no factors up in they section
Rollin' Backwoods, havin' heavy laughter after we stretch 'em (Haha)
n*gga better call a pastor, go and bless 'em
Lil Juan got hit in the neck, huh? Fiendin' for the next one
Ayy, say, b*tch, Big Spider, A sh*t (A sh*t)
[?] died in the ambulance, he ain't make it
Ten times a thousand, that's eight grams in her basement (In her basement)
Send shots through his ski mask, put holes in his sh*t like Jason
Chase him, ball him up like paper
Chopper I call "Shoota" 'cause this b*tch come from Jamacia
It's up in the outskirts, I heard they killin' sh*t in Baker
Leave a ho after I get ate off, you know I can't lay off, real player

[Chorus]
New vibe in this sh*t, these are high tides (These are high tides)
All that n*gga drop is hits, hate when he not tryin' (Hate when he not tryin')
Middle finger to the cameras 'cause the opps watchin' (f*ck 'em)
And the cops watchin' (The cops watchin'), n*ggas say we at high tide, yeah (We at high tide)
[Interlude]
Ayy, I'ma just talk this sh*t forever, you know
n*gga gon' have to stop me, you know what I'm sayin'?
n*gga ain't gon' be able to stop me though, b*tch
Ain't nothin', I'm unstoppable, b*tch, ayy, turn up

[Verse 2]
They say that's that label work
Killed him 'cause he was in them dude's paperwork
Put that Drac' to work like he in the studio tryna make a verse
Turn up, I just ate a Perc', spin again, tornado
Spend money on murder and make more, opps mad I'm rich and they poor
Switch a b*tch down, make him dance like Fabo
My Glock a lyricist, make it spit like Kendrick or J. Cole
b*tch, this ain't GTA, it ain't no safe mode (Nah-uh)
On this n*gga death date what I been waitin' for
Ayy, hit they block and spin they sh*t with .223
Been havin' them switches, them n*ggas new to these, we usin' P
Posted in the trenches with a tool in reach, all my jewelry on
V watchin' over me, he got my back like VLONE
Cut off that bullsh*t, put "800 Degrees" on
Fans probably believe this n*gga, but we don't
None of these n*ggas want no smoke, the weed gone
No back and forth like ping pong
I'm a dangerous-ass creature, King Kong, b*tch
[Chorus]
New vibe in this sh*t, these are high tides (These are high tides)
All that n*gga drop is hits, hate when he not tryin' (Hate when he not tryin')
Middle finger to the cameras 'cause the opps watchin' (f*ck 'em)
And the cops watchin' (The cops watchin'), n*ggas say we at high tide, yeah (We at high tide)

[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch, you know what it is
[?], who sayin'?
You know I'm bummin', free Lil Mane
This how I'm comin', b*tch
Ayy, turn it up, A sh*t, ayy
Follow me now to that mill' ticket, bringin' it home
Ain't puttin' on nothin' but real n*ggas, that's on my dawg
And I put that on that Phil n*gga
[?], I keep that sh*t [?] give you chills, n*gga, yeah, yeah