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83 babies - so 83 (freestyle) lyrics

[intro: set-toff83]
big 3

[verse 1: set-toff83]
i’m so street i don’t look both ways when i cross that b-tch
10 bands on a watch i was high as h-ll when i bought that b-tch
sh-t i think i was even higher when i lost that b-tch
they said he was on well we flipped the switch and we offed that b-tch (aye!)
big gangsta if you ain’t know i’m from east durham
i ain’t riding no n-gga d-ck i waited my turn
don’t make that left on lawson you don’t wanna make that turn
[?] and you play with fire your -ss get burned
that’s wabash i don’t think y’all n-ggas wanna go there
them youngins will kick in the door and smoke you for the dough there
oh he ain’t never felt that smoke then he get smoked out there
it’s big 3 and big g’s won’t catch a 4 out there
b-tch we crack 4’s and all the bad hoes we smacked those might f-ck but i won’t get attached though
you don’t wanna make me mad bro
big 3 send a blitz and then gunners get on your -ss bro (on gang!)
i’m so motherf-cking gunna gang (double g)
any n-gga diss on gunna name get him smoked and won’t say a thing
stomp him out we catch him in the club
it’s 20 gangstas with me that 40 feet stomping you in the club (aye!)
i’m so motherf-cking street n-gga if you ain’t buying it from my side your b-tch -ss won’t eat n-gga
i don’t talk ain’t no meet & greets n-gga i come in and get the backends (then what?) and then i leave n-gga
you know i’m smoking out the p n-gga and i’m smoking on that bald head why your weed got seeds n-gga?
you know i throw up the c n-gga big c n-gga big 3 big g n-gga
i’ve been smoking on this bald head i’m high as f-ck (dead n-ggas)
[?] call up some hoes cause i’m tryna f-ck
and if they ain’t tryna f-ck tell them get the f-ck
outta here they know what’s up i don’t give a f-ck
sipping henny out the bottle i don’t need a cup
i like 3 grams in the backwood i don’t like a dutch
and i keep that glizzy out i don’t like it tucked
and we like tapping at them majors better keep em tucked (big 3)

[verse 2: yung boss tevo]
(aye!)
every time i walk in b-tch my [?]
leave a opp just like a foreign leave his top missing (boom!)
finna call up sosa phone and go opp fishing (come on)
and if the police hear this song then i’m not dissing (for real)
ain’t no telling who in the room we hop out on they block and sweep it down just like a broom
i’m in the back whip it’s just me and another goon
we finna walk em down come around the corner and boom (aha!)
that’s that gun sound b-tch i caught him run down
you know we like to lurk til the sundown
if we can’t find em outside they get hunt down
inside the club you’re bound to get beat up and then stomped down
aye set-toff what you on? these n-ggas must’ve thought wrong
these n-ggas must not know that choppa break a n-gga jawbone
speaking of the opps we smoked the last one like a [?]
and b-tch we got glizzys too we’re on whatever y’all on (aye)
b-tch i’m so braggtown i was raised in the bricks
real dope boys like a n-gga was really made out of bricks
all them choppa bullets fly through and hit the men he standing with
they gon say we the ones wild ‘n out on that nick cannon sh-t (aha!)
plus my n-ggas smoke on bald heads not that cannon sh-t
just had a opp n-gga baby mama giving me candy l!ck
n-ggas say that they want smoke [?]
tell me why these n-ggas get locked up for counting counterfeits (aha!)

[verse 3: lil tony]
(lil tone)
i’m too solid while these n-ggas counterfeit
we ain’t with that fu sh-t send that blitz get him zipped
i’m so heartless imma get it regardless
catch that boy lackin draw him down like a artist
stepped on like a carpet i’m on point like a sharpie
tryna throw him a party i got that choppa no harley
my b-tch look like a barbie and she yellow like cardi
broke her heart a couple times i had too tell her i’m sorry
and she badder than the rugrats the bricks where i thug at
you can still catch me in the hood f-cking on a hood rat
she ride it like a h-llcat a crib where that sack at
got a play for a 8th i told her gone and bag that
yeah i told her gone and bag that know i got them instagrams imma double tap that
know i gotta double up know i keep that thing tucked
they said since i signed a deal i done changed up
first i got my grams up and i got my bands up
when i got my bands up know i let my mans up
now my whole team up cut him off he f-cked that sack up
know i keep a glizzy i ain’t gotta call for backup
real 83 gangsta know my locs they gon act up
yeah yeah and my locs they gon act up n-gga

[outro: lil tony]
yeah 83 sh-t n-gga
big 83 n-gga (on gang)

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