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runtz freestyle - 83hades 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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