4 SUM BLOW

[Intro: Eddison]
(The CRMSYN chin)
(Reapyy)
(Eddison) Yeah

[Chorus: Eddison]
Lil bitch, I told that lil bitch to suck my dick and go
Yeah, I got bags and the dope, niggas flip 'em like a stove (Yeah, yeah)
Got a badass lil bih’, bih' gon' suck me then she go
I told that bitch to suck my dick, and she gon’ suck me for some blow

[Verse 1: Eddison]
Bitch go, fuck her brains 'til that bitch slow, ooh
Smokin' dope, I got big clips, bitch I don't reload, ooh
You a bitch, you a pussy, so I kick your door, ooh
Walk 'em down, walk 'em down, he a bitch-ass ho, ooh
Yeah, walk 'em down, walk 'em down, I’m gon’ drill his hole
I'm in this trap, break the stove
I fucked his bitch, he ain’t even know
Break her back, I got sticks and blow
Yeah, I fucked the bitch and then I threw her snow
Yeah, I break the bitch back until it go
Yeah, I'm sweatin' bitch, in this Moncler coat (Yuh)

[Chorus: Eddison]
Lil bitch, I told that lil bitch to suck my dick and go
Yeah, I got bags and the dope, niggas flip 'em like a stove (Yeah)
Got a badass lil bih’, bih' gon' suck me then she go
I told that bitch to suck my dick, and she gon' suck me for some blow

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: SAMSVNG BLING]
Got 'em pies on the table, I'ma serve 'em full of love
Got your bitch, her wrist flickin', yeah she cookin' on the stove
Money power, that's the mission, got the whole team on go
My wrist dancin', TV shinin' while I'm smokin' on that dough
Fuck that ho in the kitchen, then she gonna come deep-throat
Big-ass gadget, it's a Smithen, and I'm grippin' on that pole
Grip that pole (Bah, bah), let it go
Grip that pole (Move, doo-doo-doo-doo), let it go
Yeah yo' bitch, she a ho, and she fuck the whole team
My aim be so perfect, yeah my Glock, it hold a red beam
If that ho doin' them tricks, she get put on the team
If that ho can do a split, then she hop on the beam

[Verse 3: D$TAXK]
Ain't no lil truce, you can't stay the night
And no lil bitch, you can't hold my pipe
'Cause the only thing that you gon' do is write
This shawty suck me up for the night
And I got a white bitch, whole lotta white
Smokin' on opps, nigga, pack a pipe
Catcher is stained, middle of night
Fuck yo' bitch, nigga I might
They tried to ride down, they ain't have guns
I'm takin' this pack nigga and his funds
What I do, this ain't for fun
Yeah I shot in the face, screamin' "Red rum"
I'm smokin' on opps, you can tell by the smoke
You thought you was food, but this shit ain't a joke
This big .45, and it come with a scope
You know I won't miss, I got all of the hoes
I fuck on lil Trisha, she call me a king
I pulled out the choppa, I think you gon' swing
Glock on you fly, nigga grew wings
Asian plug, name it ping
This trap house jumpin', we sellin' crack
Nigga want talkin', put two to his back
We spin his block, nigga with some Macs
Choppa gon' run a nigga for his racks

[Chorus: Eddison]
Lil bitch, I told that lil bitch to suck my dick and go
Yeah, I got bags and the dope, niggas flip 'em like a stove (Yeah, yeah)
Got a badass lil bih', bih' gon' suck me then she go
I told that bitch to suck my dick, and she gon' suck me for some blow (Yeah, yeah)
For some blow

[Verse 4: 83HADES]
Had to slide in on your whore
I've been ballin' like a court
Sellin' product, I ain't got no store (Store)
Hot like Cartis, yeah they give me floor
Bang at 'em, I'ma make some noise
Full work, I'ma need some awards (Yuh, yuh)
Got a stick just to win all the wars
On my mama, why you act like a whore?
He a bitch, he won't come to New York
You ain't spendin', what you got racks for?
A thousand dollars, I come on 'til I'm four
And I got some shit that you cannot afford
She holdin' on mine, might as well do porn
I'm in the whip, eating a two-door
Wasn't enough, she needed more
Them shots come out, they hit the floor
I am the best, they can't compare (Fah-fah-fah)
Off of the wheel, I need a spare
I don't even fucking care
And she got demons in her stare
Bitch I be posted up with rare
She needed me on my way there
My heart broke, all my body tear
Gucci Fendi what I wear
I got the beam, I let it glare
83, I'm runnin' on for mayor
I hit that bitch like I'm John Mayer
I run my fingers through her hair (Through her hair)

[Outro (Slowed): 83HADES]
In the whip, eating a two-door
Wasn't enough, she needed more
Them shots come out, they hit the floor
I am the best, they can't compare (Fah-fah-fah)
Off of the wheel, I need a spare
I don't even fucking care
And she got demons in her stare
Bitch I be posted up with rare
She needed me on my way there
My heart broke, all my body tear
Gucci Fendi what I wear
I got the beam, I let it glare
83, I'm runnin' on for mayor
I hit that bitch like I'm John Mayer
I run my fingers through her hair (Through her hair)