DRAMA lyrics

[Intro: 83HADES]
Get the f*ck outta my f*cking face
RVR3 in this b*tch
I ain't playing right now, man, you can really get smoked
Always talking that wrong, but you ain't ever doing sh*t
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't finna buck sh*t
I don't know, man, the dog's out tonight, cuz
RVR3 in this b*tch
Midnight in this b*tch
Kami in this b*tch
And I'm in here, too
Yeah, let's get it
83

[Verse 1: 83HADES]
Po-pop out of the cut, I'm with the fye, he is not with that drama
I'm Al-packin' in this b*tch, lil hoe I just pulled out a llama
I just made my choppa levitate, huh, Kamiyada
I don't got no type, Type 54
I just bought a strap, you can put that on my FICO
Finish on that b*tch in 15 minutes, call me Geico
Six rings, six-figure checks like I'm Michael
I'ma slide down to his place, all up with my pole
b*tch, I got the gas just like a Nazi
You get ran by the squad, I'ma give her a bukkake
And there's hits on my head, tryna kill me 'cause I'm c*cky
b*tch I run into the f*cking function and kill everyone
Big motherf*ckin' heater, I'ma spray it like a sentry gun
Posted up with Kami, b*tch we down to slaughter anyone
You might got a gun, but when it's time I know you will not use it
That don't make you hard just 'cause you listening to all this music
I'm so tired of this talking sh*t, pull up, we get to shooting
Shut the f*ck up and do it already, let's get it
I be f*cking on that b*tch, leave that body in a ditch
Red dot for a snitch
Shawty bouncing on the di*k
b*tch, I'm coming, I'm equipped, got a fragment in his ribs
If he wanna talk that sh*t, he can caught up at his shows
I'ma bring me in a pole
The f*ck are you talking 'bout?
If you stick around b*tch then ima promise you gon' know
I ain't ever gonna fold
Real thug sh*t, b*tch I am always on go
[Verse 2: Kamiyada]
5'10 n*gga, but that AR really 6'2
Magazines run past a n*gga if it's issues
Double mag, 5.56 7.62
Rip a n*gga up and blend his organs up like mixed fruit
Diamonds on me segregated stones that apartheid
Crucify a n*gga if he looking at me cross-eyed
Still f*ck 12, but we love guns like the alt-right
[?] when they dump that sh*t all night
That boy shivering, sniffing, like what you made of?
That boy pus*y like the sh*t that he came from
Bullet storm hit his skull, turn his brain numb
Drama club n*ggas be acting like they insane, huh?
Been around this long life, we racing to make the finish
Bullets got him talking like David after the dentist
[?], Midnight Society, I'm a menace
Like I'm John Wick, I see the target, then I'ma hit it
My shooters floor it, they be from Hades
My b*tch a demon, I pass her to Hades
Double entendre clip, that be 380
Red ring of death, on my clock you can't play me
All of my n*ggas bust out on that demon sh*t
p*ss on your grave 'cause your life is so meaningless

[Verse 3: 83HADES]
Bring out the tool like Alonzo
Running plays; Broncos
I eat that b*tch like cilantro
f*ck your lil b*tch, I'm the head honcho
I'm the one doing wetting, don't need ponchos
MK11, she giving me head combos
It got f*cked up and I shot up the Texaco
All of my plugs coming straight out of Mexico
I'll f*ck your b*tch, I guess that makes us Eskimos
Don't try and run off, this choppa has testicles
[?], you get run-up at festivals
Smoking on gas, b*tch it's motherf*cking medical
All of your music is trash, receptacle
I'm getting tired, I hit it in intervals
Swear all these pussies, they talking subliminals
I'm off the molly, I'll pop me some minerals
[Verse 4: Kamiyada]
I see a tango, I aim and eliminate
Finger my b*tch out in public on dinner dates
My n*ggas hungry, eat steak off your dinner plate
You in a jam, you the first they incriminate
He want this smoke, so we made that boy dissipate
Ask us and n*ggas be shooting 'til they get erased
Bullets tell stories and I like to illustrate
Wake up too moody, whose life is we finna take
I've got a plan to get bands, let's facilitate
I cannot rest 'til I know that my n*ggas straight
He got a [?] ski mask, so I scope around
I get her wet from afar, her legs open now
Pull off her bra with my di*k, she say "Choke me now"
Hoes in the crib, so they think that we holding out
Rent a foreign whip, drive like it's stolen now
Call me a pervert 'cause my pistol poking out
I like all of my b*tches Vanilla, no Ice
[?] three blind mice
Stood on his body with a dog, that sh*t bite
And my gun is level 23, so I get a new sight
My b*tch will shoot you with elegance
Talkin 'bout Glocks, I need ten of them
Bullets gon' fly like a Pelican
[?] mi no friend them
They no like me and me no like them
Them a mi enemy, me and them nuh friends
They no like me and me no like them
83 pull up, it's the beginning of the end