BERSERK - 83HADES, Kill Stacy

EEIGHTYTHREE EP, fuck the waiting

How you go from suspect to patient?

He a lame jit, I don’t speak his language

FN got 'em hit, now he layin'

Heard it, like the fuck is he sayin'

Man, that bitch fall in love 'cause I’m Satan

Got him- on that tree, how you hangin'?

Dismember his body, no hangman

Aye, you better watch where you aim at

'Cause you can end up on the pavement

I’m baggin' 'em drugs, boy, I’m waitin'

I’m way in your sister, I’m way in

Came in the trap, yea, I got a lot of cannabis

Talk down on RVR3, then I’m eliminating

Hands up, get down, this a home invasion

And I’m off green, 'lil bitch, you know I’m elevated

Come and get the beam, 'lil boy, you gon' get devastated

Shawty give me neck right now, 'cause I’m sick of waitin'

Came in the trap, bitch, you know that I run it

Big 83, bitch, I came in her stomach

I pull out the Glizzy, you see them boys runnin'

I’m up in the studio countin' up hunnids

If you fucks claimin' G you gon' end up with nothin'

The voices in my head, they all told me to gun it

Triple six, faggot, he’ll never be something

Walk in this bitch like a band how we drummin'

Shawty goin' with it, goin' blizzard, uh

Run in your house with that burner, huh

Fuck with these toys you get, huh

Run in your trap with that burner, huh

That pussy sweet, just like sherbert, huh

Shawty, yeah, I’m off methane

Pull up, we kill them, we left them

I hit it up with the

Rollin' big blunts, but you know that I face it

Aim to the bitch, I hit him with the 'K clips

I’m so sorry officer, it just started spraying

Someone better save him, someone better state him

Fuck all that shit, you get pounded

I got them drugs so I don’t got no feelings

Talk on me wrong grab yo cap and I peel it

I been had a check so its fuck all the dealies

I dilly I dally throw bands in yo city

They talk like they doubt it I pop out foreally

Like what’s that shit worth on my back

Bout 3 billies

I get it off tracks throw a rack on yo biddie

She pop it for stacks put my sack on her kitty

Niggas ain’t on the same shit that I’m on

They gone fold under pressure and switch for a hoe

So I get what I get out that boy Im ghost

Do the same to they hoe Fuck her once and I’m gone

Niggas want deals don’t move shit for the low

Niggas gon' squeal, get 'em peeled for an O

I got some niggas who down for my gang

Who will run in yo spot in my name with the chrome

Aye, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout

Uh, yuh, who the fuck’s talkin' now

Uh, yuh, who the fuck talkin' back

Nigga, go clack-clack, nigga that’s a ratatat

Aye, shots in yo chest

Uh, wait, straight thru yo vest

Hollow tips know that they stuffed in the tec

You know that they poppin', I’m leavin' you wet

Like, FOW

Pussy ass nigga

Leave a nigga wet like, wet like (Repeated)