PARIS - 83HADES

I don’t no take Ls, I two to my face

Please have a seat, s’il vous plaît

I pull out the pistol, put two in his face

He jumping in yours, no, I can’t catch no case

And I’m pulling right up and I’m all with the gang

And your girl is a slut and she coming my way

I ain’t get to say bye, he surrounded by tape

And I’d just rather die than be cool with the jakes

How are you cool with these muh’fuckin fakes?

I’m allergic (achoo) I can’t hang around lames

Real diamonds all over my chain

I got it from the trap and I

baby, I’d rather die

Bitches be fake like the cars with the pesticide

The day you can kill me the day that I testify

Boss myself up, my whole life just got gentrified

So disappointed I’m feeling like Harden

I don’t fuck with a soul if I’m just being honest

I think I’ve had enough, mix the coke with my chronic

Pull up and take it like shawty she cummin'

I’d rather stay low and just count all my hundreds

like a defensive weapon

I pray every time that I see him, I’m sorry

And I’m in the back of the car fucking crying

I call myself out, «How are you?

I am dying»

It’s me, 83, who the fuck is you?

We be the ones who be toting the twos

I like it when lil' shawty hit all the moves

Get a lil' bitch, she do a dance on my tool

Pull out automatic and I let it rip, if you take me for a fool

You throwing up gang signs and taking these drugs, huh, just 'cause you think

it is cool

I pull out the choppa and set up the table just to set the mood

You think that he until he making the news

All these motherfuckers fake

All that they do is a ruse

I don’t no take Ls, I two to my face

Please have a seat, s’il vous plaît

I pull out the pistol, put two in his face

He jumping in yours, no, I can’t catch no case

And I’m pulling right up and I’m all with the gang

And your girl is a slut and she coming my way

I ain’t get to say bye, he surrounded by tape

And I’d just rather die than be cool with the jakes

How are you cool with these muh’fuckin fakes?

I’m allergic (achoo) I can’t hang around lames

Real diamonds all over my chain

I got it from the trap and I

baby, I’d rather die

Bitches be fake like the cars with the pesticide

The day you can kill me the day that I testify

Boss myself up, my whole life just got gentrified

So disappointed I’m feeling like Harden

I don’t fuck with a soul if I’m just being honest

I think I’ve had enough, mix the coke with my chronic

Pull up and take it like shawty she cummin'

I’d rather stay low and just count all my hundreds

like a defensive weapon

I pray every time that I see him, I’m sorry

And I’m in the back of the car fucking crying

I call myself out, «How are you?

I am dying»

It’s me, 83, who the fuck is you?

We be the ones who be toting the twos

I like it when lil' shawty hit all the moves

Get a lil' bitch, she do a dance on my tool

Pull out automatic and I let it rip, if you take me for a fool

You throwing up gang signs and taking these drugs, huh, just 'cause you think

it is cool

I pull out the choppa and set up the table just to set the mood

You think that he until he making the news

All these motherfuckers fake

All that they do is a ruse