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tec - 800 degrees lyrics

[intro]
(shout+out dj chopper, i see you, boy, ha+ha+ha)

[verse 1]
strapped with a semi, i’ma get off when i catch ’em
this that k!ll ’em on the interstate and get off on the next exit (skrrt)
real guns, not them splat ones, we really wet sh+t (ooh, yeah)
free lil meezy ’til it’s backwards like i’m dyslexic (free lil meezy)
them n+ggas ain’t got no factors up in they section
rollin’ backwoods, havin’ heavy laughter after we stretch ’em (haha)
n+gga better call a pastor, go and bless ’em
lil juan got hit in the neck, huh? fiendin’ for the next one
ayy, say, b+tch, big spider, a sh+t (a sh+t)
[?] died in the ambulance, he ain’t make it
ten times a thousand, that’s eight grams in her bas+m+nt (in her bas+m+nt)
send shots through his ski mask, put holes in his sh+t like jason
chase him, ball him up like paper
chopper i call “shoota” ’cause this b+tch come from jamacia
it’s up in the outskirts, i heard they k!llin’ sh+t in baker
leave a ho after i get ate off, you know i can’t lay off, real player

[chorus]
new vibe in this sh+t, these are high tides (these are high tides)
all that n+gga drop is hits, hate when he not tryin’ (hate when he not tryin’)
middle finger to the cameras ’cause the opps watchin’ (f+ck ’em)
and the cops watchin’ (the cops watchin’), n+ggas say we at high tide, yeah (we at high tide)
[interlude]
ayy, i’ma just talk this sh+t forever, you know
n+gga gon’ have to stop me, you know what i’m sayin’?
n+gga ain’t gon’ be able to stop me though, b+tch
ain’t nothin’, i’m unstoppable, b+tch, ayy, turn up

[verse 2]
they say that’s that label work
k!lled him ’cause he was in them dude’s paperwork
put that drac’ to work like he in the studio tryna make a verse
turn up, i just ate a perc’, spin again, tornado
spend money on murder and make more, opps mad i’m rich and they poor
switch a b+tch down, make him dance like fabo
my glock a lyricist, make it spit like kendrick or j. cole
b+tch, this ain’t gta, it ain’t no safe mode (nah+uh)
on this n+gga death date what i been waitin’ for
ayy, hit they block and spin they sh+t with .223
been havin’ them switches, them n+ggas new to these, we usin’ p
posted in the trenches with a tool in reach, all my jewelry on
v watchin’ over me, he got my back like vlone
cut off that bullsh+t, put “800 degrees” on
fans probably believe this n+gga, but we don’t
none of these n+ggas want no smoke, the weed gone
no back and forth like ping pong
i’m a dangerous+ass creature, king kong, b+tch
[chorus]
new vibe in this sh+t, these are high tides (these are high tides)
all that n+gga drop is hits, hate when he not tryin’ (hate when he not tryin’)
middle finger to the cameras ’cause the opps watchin’ (f+ck ’em)
and the cops watchin’ (the cops watchin’), n+ggas say we at high tide, yeah (we at high tide)

[outro]
yeah, b+tch, you know what it is
[?], who sayin’?
you know i’m bummin’, free lil mane
this how i’m comin’, b+tch
ayy, turn it up, a sh+t, ayy
follow me now to that mill’ ticket, bringin’ it home
ain’t puttin’ on nothin’ but real n+ggas, that’s on my dawg
and i put that on that phil n+gga
[?], i keep that sh+t [?] give you chills, n+gga, yeah, yeah

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