Correction Lyrics M4H PROD.BANG by 83HADES

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How the f**k you gonna try and cut me for the same drugs that you f**king rap about
Tell me, what is that about
You can come and fight me if you want, I'm in your b*t*h's mouth
Tired of the b*t*h, so I'm finna pull her tracks all out
Said he got a check, so I robbed him and it cancel out
Teacher said that I would never beach, so look who's banded now
Pull a cannon out
Take your shorty back, in fifteen minutes I'll be in and out
I ain't regress saying sh*t, b*t*h, I double down
Touch one of my boys and he finna catch a hundred rounds
Playin' with them toys, shorty f**k me cause I run the town
See him on the block in broad day, we still gon' gun him down
I hate everybody, hope that my addiction kill me sooner
Spin around his block and then we finna let go of the ruger
I be doing all that sh*t I say, he just talk on computers
Spinning lies about me, live your own life, you a f**king loser
Married to the coke, I guess that you could call me an abuser
He done crossed the line, now I'm tryna get at my accuser
Shout out to the real, f**k the fake, you is not a shooter
Smoke will give you cancer, bullet bigger than a f**king tumor
Rappers tryna get up in my lane, they get outmaneuvered
I'm hopping out the Beemer, you still pull up in a Mini Cooper
Think he really falling f**king head, but he really stupid
Shorty, she ain't heard of anything but now she on the movement
Janky motherf**kers tryna track up to my every movement
Really seeing through you motherf**kers, cause you are translucent
And if I do not get a break soon, I swear I'm gonna lose it
That boy like to sing a line, and I'm not talking 'bout acoustics
I'm pressing all these pills, b*t*h, you better watch what you're consuming
f**ked all of these campers for their racks, you need a revolution
I don't wanna squash no big, f**k a resolution
This the real f**king trap house, b*t*h, we really boomin'

Want her fingerprints I'll have the stupid b*t*h grip on it
Put a tit on it
Pullin' out my d**k, I'ma have her sit on it
I need big pockets, just to hold my wallet, it be Rick Ross'n
Bought a new gun, that's a Mini Draco, shoot the sh*t out it, I rip out it
She said her pu**y hurt, I take my d**k out it, like I've been bout it
f**k this drug game, b*t*h, I'm robbing swurs until I get out it
Put my scope up on his melon, then I f**king blew the sh*t out it
Pulling up in an S6, and then I kick your lil' b*t*h out it
I got coke up in my nose, I don't think I can live on without it
I got both of these dumb hoes doing sh*t just so they get clout, and
That's the one who's talking sh*t, so me and gang gon' f**king surround him
Rappers trolling off, all up in my lane, I gotta swerve 'round em

M4H, I'm a hit man
If we finna pull up, it ain't for no reason, take his big bands
I'ma bag it right up, after I scale it, I'm the zip man
If you walk 'round with no gun, and you 'round here, boy you a lick, man
I got people post up 'round me at all times, okay, why the burkland
I got glass all up on me, run from jakes, I think they know I'm pushin'
Rappers fallin' off, better hope that they are over cushion
I don't give no f**ks, I have no morals, slide in on your woman
Okay, airing sh*t out, like everything is shredded by the bullets
Call him out, he fake, I'm on his neck, just like a f**king mullet
Meet me at the spot, surround the driveway, I told them to pull in
Cam out in the bushes till we see him, then we start ambushin'

b*t*h, this is not a game
Like, where he lay
Someone scope him out, find out where he stay
I'm selling drugs, on the same sh*t, just a different day
In headspace, I gotta shoot these bullets, they renovate
Like, just by looking at his page you can tell that boy is a fake
Like, just by looking at his face you can tell that boy is a lame
And, if you see me in broad day, then I am probably with the gang
I got some sh*t up in this chamber that's gon' knock his f**king frame
Wait for it, hoe, I said "wait for it"
Shorty said she want some rapper d**k, I told that b*t*h to pay for it
Mean ass glizzy on my side, I even got a f**king name for it
I, I named my f**king chopper, and his name is Jason
Cousin like to rip, I spray all lead, and now everyone erases
Promise he gon' cave in, he a pu**y, he rat in his statements
No mask on me, make sure it was blatant, see the face of Satan
This a one night stand, no I'm not datin', unless you got a payment
Stomp him on the pavement, he bleed out, like we just got him painted
No, I do not want it, yes, I'm gon' be famous
M4H, killers on a first name basis
You know who the b*t*h is, I don't gotta say sh*t

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