SOCKS5 lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: 83HADES]
I'm-I'm at Chic-Fil-A, I ain't eatin' no Popeyes
Say "you got a condom?", no b*tch I got Socks5
I'm in this b*tch running up with a Glock 9
You see the barrel of my gun when I drive by
I'm selling magic, you tripping like tie-dye
I'm-I'm walking in, you best clear the vicinity
I just bought a Glock, I'ma take its virginity
b*tch, you know I got guns hanging out yo infinity (bah)
I love watching them run, I got pretty bad tendencies (bah-bah)
Bi-b*tch, we could spark in the lot
He thinking he safe, he get hit with the dot
He told me to pull up, I'm right at his spot
Your bro in the grave cause he talking that hot
I feel like a chef, b*tch I'm cooking with rocks
Been swiping sh*t, I stay off the proxys
SSNDOB, I find anybody
Can't f*ck with scrubs, they don't have any money
He switching sides, say he crip now he bloody

[Verse 2: Kamiyada+]
I'm in the jungle with sticks like I'm Rambo
b*tch is a shooter, hang sticks out the Lambo
Walk out your crib with the racks, bout a handful
You not a shooter, your name is Nathaniel
My stick SJW, you can get cancelled
Scavenger pro, I don't run out of Ammo
Bullets distress you, put holes in yo flannel
News on your story, we changing the channel
Wok in the bottle, it’s changing the Fanta
You ask for this sh*t, [?]
Me and Eighty gon pull up with scopes at your manor
No Lil Tecca, this Tec is a dancer
I got the K with a dot
I [?] while y’all like the neighborhood watch
My b*tch look like Vivica Fox
She keep the .38 right in a cereal box
Make sure you feel this sh*t, no anesthetic
I [?], yeah my shooters athletic
If they try to revive you, we killing the medics
[To be finished]
[Verse 3: 83HADES]
I could- I could never love you, little shawty
You too far from perfect
I'm with different b*tches, don't be spending
I still end up shirtless
Pulling out the yopper got him scared, I think it got him nervous
I do all these drugs to numb the pain cause I be feeling worthless
Someone get they mans and bring him right back to the f*cking circus
Do not close your eyes cause all my killers steady f*cking lurking
[?], I swear to God my music wearing turbans
How we going up, I swear to God we only scratched the surface
People jock my sh*t and then still pay me for my f*cking verses
Please don’t tell me that I got him scared when I just asked to purchase
Everybody hating on my sh*t but they don’t go no purpose
b*tch, I got a Glock. 22 tucked up on my person
b*tch, you better watch what you do before you dead for certain
b*tch, I’ma pop me a few until my vision worsen
I ca-I can’t trust a soul cause everybody slither like a serpent
He was acting hard but when we found him, he was behind curtains
Walk into the function with my heat, lil b*tch I got a furnace
Cut off all my strings just like a puppet, you could call him Kermit
Everything I’m rocking brand new, you look like you rock refurbished
Bullets flying at ya, they gon pierce his f*cking epidermis