LIKE/ME - 83HADES, MAXOKOOLIN

Think I made her cry, aye

'Cause she on the side, aye

Re-really heat 'em up, Imma get 'em fried, aye

On my fifth line, aye

Bitch, I’m outside, aye

And you know I’m strapped up like a fucking dyke, aye

Tell 'em all to shop, yuh

Imma get this right, aye

Ray Charles in this bitch, but it’s on sight, aye

Why you tryna act like me, but you talking out your neck?

Imma pull up to your steps, Imma really get him wet

And he don’t want the fade, I might kill his ass instead

Big R’s in this bitch, she got RVR3 on her head

4 R’s in that bitch, she put meat in her neck

Crab walk, for the set like I’m Jeremiah, bitch

Turn him flat Stanley, 'cause I got my iron, bitch

And my butcher make it chop, 'cause I’m Marco Marfè, bitch

I got white, I got sips, I got ice, I got bricks

Doing shit like me, he’s a fucking faggot

If you pull up to the lot we can get to clapping

While you was in school I was getting action

Why you talking 'bout that bread if you ain’t really stacking?

Feel the gas call my name so I had to tap it

Imma pull up on that hoe, now that bitch gasping

Now I’m cooking up the dope, we can get to cracking

Had to get to my blade, now I’m looking like a--

Everybody in the fucking club dressed like 83

Why you talk so much, ain’t into conversation G

Like a rap song, Imma make his body fucking leak

Try to rob, you ain’t get it, so please stop trying me

Blowing off the, stop tryna act like me

Stop tryna rap like me

Balling like an athlete

Choppa cause catastrophe

For a feat I’m charging fees

Fuck it, ain’t fuck with police

Charging, that’s a felony

Told that bitch, get on her knees

Booling with my heat

Need some drugs

Got 'em for the low

Choppa make it ring

Make you flip

Make you walk

I got that Wok

Not dropping tools

All you rappers fools

E e i g h t y t h r e e

Think I made her cry, aye

'Cause she on the side, aye

Re-really heat 'em up, Imma get 'em fried, aye

On my fifth line, aye

Bitch, I’m outside, aye

And you know I’m strapped up like a fucking dyke, aye

Tell 'em all to shop, yuh

Imma get you right, aye

Ray Charles in this bitch, but it’s on sight, aye

Why you tryna act like me, but you talking out your neck?

Imma pull up to your steps, Imma really get him wet

And he don’t want the fade, I might kill his ass instead

Big R’s in this bitch, she got RVR3 on her head

4 R’s in that bitch, she put meat in her neck

Crab walk, for the set like I’m Jeremiah, bitch

Turn him flat Stanley, 'cause I got my iron, bitch

And my butcher make it chop, 'cause I’m Marco Marfè, bitch

I got white, I got sips, I got ice, I got bricks

She got .45, lames,

Doing shit like me, he’s a fucking faggot

If you pull up to the lot we can get to clapping

While you was in school I was getting action

Why you talking 'bout that bread if you ain’t really stacking?

Feel the gas call my name so I had to tap it

Imma pull up on that hoe, now that bitch gasping

Now I’m cooking up the dough, we can get to cracking

Had to get to my blade, now I’m looking like a--