83SHADES lyrics

[Intro]
Reapy
83

[Verse 1]
Aye, no they do not like me, I come in and dunk on 'em
Bring out the shorties, I come in and f*ck on 'em
Bring out the opps, b*tch I'm not finna duck on 'em
Flexing this cash, b*tch I go Donald Trump on 'em
Look up to me, b*tch I am my own role model
I-I put some lead in his head, that sh*t remodeled
Pull up the function, I bring you like 3 bottles
Bring out the chop if you even just sneeze on me
I'm with the sh*ts, we gon' see if you bleed homie
Glock on my waist, I got that double G's on me

[Verse 2]
We put your face in the ground for no reason G
Demons my head, no I cannot act decently
Got that red dot right above his lil' Jesus piece
If I lay them out then I hope he don't rest in peace
Get to the whip and I got me the recipes
Why is you talking when your sh*t is sesame?
I might run off on that b*tch, she keep testin me

[Verse 3]
Diamonds they flashing, I know that they blinded
Bend it over, I'm breaking her hymen
She like to rough like a motherf*cking diamond
Can't do it like me but it's cool that you trying
[?], you know there's an AP beside it
The screen you behind it, I'm gettin inside it
She feelin my c*ck and my gun right beside it
Brand new FN, I can't wait to try it
I'm in her pus*y too loose, it won't tighten
Pass me the bag, I'm an offensive lineman
I'm finna blow up like I'm all up in ISIS
I cannot control, b*tch I'm (?)
This gun might go off like don't get me excited
Some liquid acid, I put it my eyelid
I know you lying, like do not deny it
Beat up the pus*y, you just be out Skypin
Slice off (?) cryin
Light that gun off, it's something like a siren
83shades, [?]
I'm proud of the pus*y, I don't like to hype it
And I'm in the trenches, you all in that typin-
[Verse 4]
L-L-Leave no witnesses
I'm c*mming inside your b*tch then I'm finishing
The b*tch dominican, I'm [?] and she like my swag and she see that I'm gettin it
Said slide to her crib and sh*t, hop in the whip and just feast on the pus*y, I start to diminish it
I rob that b*tch of her innocence
I'm at the top, we [?]
Trapped in my room, there's no visiting
I'm in the future, envisioning
The heater is hot, yes it's sizzling
I told them [?], they not listening
Make the earthquake, it be rippling
I use the gun to get rid of it
I got good aim off the ritalin
How you so fake?, that sh*t sickening
Can't speak your language, illiterate
Pull out the choppa, then menace it
[?] now he shivering, don't split no dividends
He thought he was scary, he quivering
I got the pole like a fisherman
f*ck it, we tear off his ligaments
I f*ck a b*tch, any pigment
pus*y, this rocket is incoming
We could shoot through the whole citizen-

[Verse 5]
Bro-Brodie lemme f*ck up on his hoe, I told his ass to share
And she gon' let me film her while she suck me, she don't even care
b*tch these shoes cost me a good 2,000, guess that's why they stare
Shorty know that I am a vampire, come into my lair
Shorty told me to pull on her hair, she like it right there
83, demon in my stare, we ain't playing fair
If you dare, run up on me, yo' body get teared
I'm a boss, I make money, that's at any cost
And boy you f*cking broke, you ain't funny, you still shop at Ross
That boy a facade, he gon' try to flauge (nah)
Four b*tches with me and they like to talk a lot
Like I got four glicky's wit me, we could spark it in the lot
I do not know what you are talking bout unless you talking guap
I got the blower in my hand, I got an eight ball in my sock
I make him think I'm rocking wit him until he see his brothers drop
I got to pulling the AR, this fight not fair if you count mops
Cannot make my own house hot, I had to trap off other blocks
And this not [?], like yes I had to come in with twin Glocks
I'm so ahead of you, like I'm always in drive, I cannot stop
Pul-pulling up with D$TAXK, we kick the doors off of yo' spot
Why you thinking that you special?, and you flexing when you not
Like I must be a penny pincher cause I'm scraping the whole pot
Let's see if shawty wan' f*ck with me when I buy me a new yacht
[Verse 6]
That's my passion, I be f*ckin' rapping
His head get to splattin' when I'm blasting, this an automatic
One day, I'ma pull up to yo' crib and just let all them have it
I might turn him to a broken TV, he don't want no static
I'ma make his wallet disappear, told him it was magic
All you motherf*ckers acting weird, I cannot have it
That's a bad habit, that's a dirty ratchet
Let's get these 30s clapping
You f*ck around and get exposed, then I don't know you after
f*ck you talkin' bout lil b*tch?, I don't know these rappers