512 Avengers ft. 512 dahkidd Lyrics

(M-M-M-Marcus made this one)

Ain't make the beat, got this shit from Marcus

Put that red, middle of his head now his ass a Target

Dirty double R going up man I had to start it

Iron on my hip, I don't need to get help from Jarvis

Thinking he got motion? We gonna park his ass

Snap my fingers, baby thanos, Tony Stark his ass

Vision put that dot on his head we gonna mark his ass

Pull up on him, with the dogs we gonna bark his ass

Out in Philly, chain stay on ice like a Flyer fans

Pull up beat his ass in a mask like I'm Spider-Man

Forgiattos with the Vlone on my tires damn

Pull up all red big body like a fireman

Trying to be a hero you gonna end up like Ironman

On the ground, while your bitch watch you die slow

Leave your bitch black widowed then make her eyes close

Shang chi off of the runtz damn my eyes low

Call me Hulk, cause I got the green and I'll smash your thot

ATX Avengers, talk down we gonna crash your block

I was too gone off the six almost ashed the wock

You can't understand what I'm saying this casher talk (the fuck?)

Pretty sure you a cashier

Everything you got on now we had last year

Brodie in the whip he's ain't ever seen the lamb steer (skrt skrt)

Leave him dead, in a pool of red if his ass near

Got the hammer on me but I got pay like stark do

At the finish heard you still at the start dude

Lil fish in a big pond boy you shark food

Don't talk to me bout no pay, that's what Kart do

Rocks on my fist like thanos he gon feel the ice

Fuck a 223- damn

Fuck a 223, rocket launcher make him see the light

Hi-Tech turned the clear to red, feel like Jesus Christ

(Aye punch in Dahkidd)

Pray to god, but my pants got a Buda

And you might have a strap but I'm upping it sooner

I'm fucking that bitch, like Garu fucked on Pucca

This shit could get messy, don't kick like Luka 

512 Russel I'm up in the profit

Reach for the chain, I'm up in your wallet

You know that's a act, boy gotta drop it

I'm dropping act, stuffing bands in my pockets

Aye, moving slow I'm on my shit

You couldn't catch up to me

Apa on the stage, I'm in the back sipping straight lean

Feel like Rich the Mack, underdog when I hit the scene

I be rolling reefer packs, kids my age they be nic fiends

Ms. Chav hopped on kidd, guess she listen to Apa

Stones on my neck, no infinity gauntlet

Man I been in this shit, y'all barely just started 

Eat the beat up like it's from Benihana's

I been on my bag, y'all definitely off of it

You not selling crack, you definitely off of it

You made that bitch cum? She definitely thought of me

Bitch I'm graduated, that's just a hypothesis

Counting more paper, than The Office

Y'all eating up bullshit, I eat crawfish 

You was in PE, I had drugs in the lockers

Jamaican weed, I get high as a Rasta 

Don't be smoking among us, imposter, been bored in the bag, been here too often 

Said I want it, I buy it, fuck what the cost is

B.B. belts gay, they all hidden in my closet

I said, I said B.B. belts gay, they all hidden in my closet 

How could I be homophobic though?

I wear all them bitches