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83hades - runtz freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: 83hades]

yeah i swear to god that i will not cooperate
just make sure it’s good when you muhf_ckin’ talk with me
you got my d_ck in your mouth tryna talk like me
when i tuck that grip and now you wanna walk away
i swear to god that i got the big racks and they all up your money ain’t tall to me
ain’t gon’ reply cuz they seem like some narcs to me
ready to die b_tch i’m shootin’ no archery
i’m sippin’ on wockhardt you be workin’ hardly
takin’ my eyes off the road who’s in front of me?
you pay me now i am with none that fronting g
off of the yola i stay on the upper g
i’m with your shawty i think she in love with me
b_tches be f_ckin’ but still tryna f_ck with me
but i am not with that cuffin’ sh_t
she actin’ government, slump a b_tch if she won’t play with me
you are a rendition, i’m the first edition
i’m the first that did it
mixin’ up the pot, i’m coolin’ in the kitchen
why are all these rappers talkin’ like they winnin’?
said that you were up, i robbed you now you isn’t
i told ’em listen, mama had told me go get it
i had to get out the trenches
i had to get to my riches
f_ck all these b_tches
i put that sh_t to the side and got ignant
pull up to the scene b_tch i don’t leave no witness
if you’re in her dms i swear i’m up in it
big 83 b_tch i been ’bout my business
you look like you sick you should head to the clinic
you look like you b_tch you didn’t talk for a minute
really like to stack how i don’t have no limit
really like to trap out the whip cuz it’s tinted
i am not religious
and they tryna to copy my style so i remix it
my lips are sealed b_tch i ain’t tellin’ no secrets
we all got guns i ride round with my four demons
yo b_tch ain’t gettin’ off she wanted more s_m_n
why they be sleepin’ on me like they all dreamin’?
why they be testing me with my ar (?)?
cut off like vasectomy won’t give you no reasons
they be all dissin’ online but they don’t mean it
they like to say they got dogs and then don’t feed ’em
i’m puttin’ in work i be trappin’ out four seasons
i’m wearin’ this mask b_tch i feel like an extremist
how many b_tches i’ve f_cked is an achievement
i got these bands and they way past the ceilin’
all my fans are the best hope that we’re in agreement
i might snake on your ho cuz i’m feelin’ facetious
bro i got your 8_ball bagged up where are we meetin’?
[beat change]

i swear these simps will do anything for a nut
blade out why you actin’ like you can’t be cut?
i had to use my f_ckin’ stick to get me out the mud
shawty came and topped me up she know she came in clutch
breakin’ down the powder this the part where i’m gon add the cut
b_tches gas about me on the net like i’ma give two f_cks
almost had it last year i feel like i’m the milwaukee bucks
tell me to pull up i’m slidin’ in just like a hockey puck
let me see your ass shawty let me get up in the m_ff
just like mortal kombat when i’m k!llin’ how i finished up
shawty gimme brain until that b_tch is really dumb
you cannot back up all that barkin’ b_tch i been a mutt
she get real seducive shawty finna make my d_ck go up
i can’t be a bust, all my music finna get blown up
i ain’t sorry that it hit you i’m the one that told your ass to duck
now he got a big ass f_ckin’ hole where his heart was
now you got a big ass f_ckin’ pole cuz you stole funds
froze bait when the jakes come cuz he won’t run
promise i am higher everyday i f_ckin’ smoke runtz
boy you are broke you over there smokin’ roast blunts

[verse 2: yung bambi]
bad b_tch wanna throw it on a n_gga for a real one
think she smokin’ on my d_ck but b_tch that’s my mac gun
smokin’ on the gas b_tch yuh this a fat one
p_ssy n_gga watch it ‘fore a real n_gga cap one
i know that’s yo b_tch and she wanna throw back some
mothers cryin’ cuz we left ’em with no son
toss me the gram in the court yeah the whole one
don’t ask me ’bout these n_ggas no i don’t know none
the way that she bounce on my d_ck yeah she rode one
she rode me a milf yeah i love me an old one
all of my n_ggas ride out through the night
got them pistols and choppas and k’s and the sights
creepin’ and lurkin’ they come through your hood
12 a.m. that’s the midnight
off the perky and i’m feelin’ right
f_ckin’ yo b_tch and that p_ssy so tight
off of the coke and i’m high as a kite
bad b_tch, nah i can’t f_ck with no dyk_
savage, how she take the d_ck all night
manic, b_tch you can see it in my eyes
fufu n_ggas you can tell by they lies
snake ass n_ggas you can tell how they hide
everything with me in the whip when i ride
all my n_ggas is k!llas, ho homicide
f_ckin’ yo b_tch oh she love to comply
i’m lovin’ that ass yeah that sh_t so wild

- 83hades lyrics

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