[Intro]

(808 Mafia)

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]

I got his bitch in the car and she's suckin'

I'm packin' that thing, I ain't doin' no runnin'

I'm whippin' that crack in the kitchen, it's bubblin'

His money real low, he on twitter, he subbin'

Jumped over these niggas, it wasn't a hurdle

My money on hare and your money on turtles

I pop me a Perc and it's blue like a Squirtle

I move with the drugs, run the pot like a circle

I'm stickin' my dick in her mouth in the bathroom stall

Bitches like Pokémon, I gotta catch 'em all

White boys keep callin' my phone for that Adderall

Ask me where the bitches, I tell you "You got 'еm all"

I'm sellin' crack on the corner, likе lemonade

I bring your bitch in the room and I desecrate

Run up on me, I put you in an early grave

Finna blow up on these niggas, like hand grenades

You thought you was down, but you just an affiliate

I put a Perc in the blunt, are you feelin' it?

Niggas be waitin' on me to fall

I guess 'cause niggas be talkin' 'bout guns and all

I'm all the mall ballin' hard with no basketball

He hit my line for the work and I tax him

I'm movin' that black or that white, Michael Jackson

I'm fuckin' two bitches, I'm makin' them swap

All this ice make it hard to tell time on my watch

I pick up your bitch in a Benz and her jaw drop

We movin' the rock on the block like it's hop scotch

She get on all fours and I'm puttin' my feet up

We be switchin' the loud with the mid when you're up

Her boyfriend suspicious 'cause I leave the seat up

Yo' pic' got no love so you don't wanna leave it up

I really be with that stick, like a hockey puck

Said he was good with the gas, he ain't do enough

I pour two lines of that drank in my beverage

These hollow tips rip through his vest and they haemorrhage

All of these ho's on my cock when I walk in

Run up on me, you walk out in a coffin

You said he was ballin', I just seen him walkin'

If you gettin' fronted, please don't do no talkin'

I'm doin' me, like I masturbate

I do not mean to exaggerate, but my dick made her asphyxiate

This dick knock a bitch in another dimension

I was sellin' them Percs, in that in-school suspension

You throwin' a show, that's a pussy convention

I got a big bag bank account, it got racks in it

Niggas be sayin' they dark, they adopted it

Just saw a British nigga, he was like "Cheerio"

I put a hole in a nigga, like Cheerio

We sippin' Don Julio, you sippin' Tito

Got weed wax and moon rocks, this blunt a burrito

My plug is a Mexican, he call me mijo

Good prices on weed and great prices on gringo

Ran off the plug, he can't find me, I'm Nemo

[Bridge]

83, 38

[Verse 2: 83HADES]

Shots at his tour bus, we the bang bros

Catch me at the beach takin' pics with your main ho's

Close her throat, that bitch get strangled

If I'm in the mood, then the pussy getting mangled

If Christ Dillinger pull up then the case closed

I got two Perc 30's and a Faygo

I got two large masks and a straight coat

Better watch your fuckin' mouth, boy, meet the Draco

Got me bringin' out the loud toys for your bankroll

Hit your bitch, me and her got entangled

Did a drive-by, now I gotta lay low

Know some bitches that'll do whatever for a peso

She tell all her friends what we did, she a snake, ho

Either move around or you gon' get pushed out the way, bro

I be getting tired, hit it from a different angle

Listen to my demons, but it's shoutout to my angels

Wanna lick me, then you gon' need the right time

Said that I don't want it, now I got your little bitch cryin'

Playin' way too much, we might have to fuckin' deep-fry 'em

If I see a single opp around me, then they all dyin'

Dick up in the pussy, yeah, bitch, we be unifyin'

All this static on my fuckin' hip, it be electrifyin'

Pullin' out the glick and they be runnin', it's so terrifyin'

Why fuck you hittin' up my line if you ain't gonna write it? (Uh)

[Outro: 83HADES]

I ain't fuckin' with none of y'all, all of y'all can suck my dick

Fuck, Spider Gang, Rare, Triple 9, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Gang