BU$T lyrics

by

83HADES


[Intro: 83HADES]
[?] bust
Now my team bust
Bust
Bust
And i'm countin up
I don't give no f*cks
All I know is bust
Bust
Bust
Bust
Bust-
I hate windxws

[Verse 1: 83HADES]
[?]
I don't care
I got demon in my [?]
I'm so RVR3
Pop up in his nightmares
You get scared
Or your innards can get tear
Smokin square
Imma pull up in a coupe
You smokin boof
Bob the builder with the tool
You get screwed
All these bullets goin through ya
We can shoot ya
Spilled some wok on my Vans
Dirty van
Big guap rubber bands
I'm off a xan
Thought you hard just a [?]
Need a hand?
[Hook: 83HADES]
Bustin bustin bustin bust
Bustin bustin bustin bust
When my team bust
I'm all in the cut
Boy you not cut
Choppa rip him up
And i'm sippin mud
Boy you can get [?]
Imma run it up
Bet you won't bust
Bust
Bust
Bust
Bust

[Verse 2: H E A L]
n*ggas flexin on me thinkin he got my [?]
Showin me 0
Pull out a [?]
Thing go fah fah
[?]
If they comin for me I am [?] can I trust you
I'm no dummy keep a tommy on my tummy
My sh*t swerve purple drank sippin muddy
Think we friends think we bros think wе cudi
HEAL
Cut it out not right now
Fight these b*tches on mе
She said she ain't want it see me watch [?] callin
Yo sh*t get deleted you could get to walkin
b*tch you know I walk in like I f*ckin talk it
All this gas think the weed got me retarded
Wood grain floor this sh*t ain't no carpet
Why you always tryna stir sh*t up in my apartment
[Verse 3: 83HADES]
[?]
If one fall down then we all gone weep
I got RVR3 on my tombstone RVR3 when I sleep
Walk up with that tool bro you don't pack heat
Gang with me and they dump a lotta clips
[?]
She gone ride this di*k like a wave from the ocean
f*ck all your music I don't want your sh*tty open
Penetrating rounds [?]
If i'm comin down you get stretched like a Trojan
And I got the gat [?] loaded
Comin around you get lined like a poem
Bodies to the river bodies are floatin
With a stripper b*tch demons still goin
Had to flip it quick pockets is stolen
He got the semi I got the strap
Pull up with H E A L and we lettin it clap
6 in the car before hop in the back
f*ck a wife imma [?]
Double cup b*tch I had to get more
Full of cash when i'm leavin the store
UPS bangin straight to yo door
Heatin up b*tch i'm hot like a stove
Come correct cause i'm always on go
If he slip pistol right up his nose
Your music trash so I had to dispose
Judge Judy b*tch this case it is closed
[?] pour up a 4
Need a zip have him hittin my phone
Where I keep it hidden nobody knows
Like i'm Santa Claus always on froze
[Outro: 83HADES]
Never lackin gotta stay on 10 toes
Never lackin gotta stay on 10 toes
Never lackin gotta stay on 10 toes
Never lackin gotta stay on 10 toes
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