223's (feat. 9lokknine)

Rocco did it again Oh, this bitch recordin' That's crazy, hah, yeah, slatt, you know, uh Whole lot of gang shit Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt Uh, slatt, slatt, hold up, uh, uh, slatt, uh Blood walk, baby, this the Blood walk, huh I don't use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh .223's and MACs'll make you blood walk I can make any nigga hit the Crip walk Crip walk, I'ma let my hip talk Pulled a 40 with a dicky, gotta kill up y'all Click, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh And the clip is see-through What all do you want from me AR's and them .223's Fuckin' 'round with me, you see I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees Heard he caught a body But that does not mean shit to me Got two on me, got two on me Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me Detrimental Me and Glokk all on your instrumental I kill a nigga and it really wasn't coincidental Stop all that flaggin' shit, you just be on that actin' shit No, I ain't with no cappin' shit and I ain't on no rappin' shit No lackin', bitch, you know it ain't no lackin', bitch I check into Blood, nigga, like, "Ayy, man, what's brackin', bitch" I'm two floors up on you niggas I'm two floors up on you niggas, yeah What all do you want from me AR's and them .223's Fuckin' 'round with me, you see I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees Heard he caught a body But that does not mean shit to me Got two on me, got two on me Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me I'm like blatt (Uh-huh), we don't never play, he get whacked, like Tryna find his face, ain't no trace, ain't comin' back G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (Oh yeah) A MAC for your facelift, rearrange your cap (Come here) One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap Invite that dope to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap 'Cause 'bout me he'll take a nigga's feet off the map Big B's 'til I'm sleep, push a P, he get clapped Two guns, that's the twin Glocks, I roger that part Colder than a bitch 'cause the bitch froze at that Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back Say I'm worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, nigga What all do you want from me AR's and them .223's Fuckin' 'round with me, you see I'm hot, I'm 500 degrees Heard he caught a body But that does not mean shit to me Got two on me, got two on me Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me Big blatt like SuWoop, mmh, yeah What you want What he want Mmh, ayy, ayy Big sticks for a punk, yeah, mmh What he, uh, what he see Yeah, uh, ayy, ayy Big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah, mhm What he on, what he breathe Yeah, ayy, ayy I'm pushin' P's, pushin' P's, yeah, yeah What it is and what it ain't, mmh, ayy, ayy Like a skunk, we leave him stank