223's (feat. 9lokknine)

Oh, this bitch recording? That's crazy, ha, yeah, slatt You know, ugh, whole lot of gang shit Bow, graow, bow, groaw, blatt Uh, slatt, slatt, hol' up, uh, uh, slatt, uh Blood, uh, baby, this the blood, uh, huh I don't use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh 223's and Maxi make you blood walk I can make any nigga hit the Crip Walk Crip Walk, I'ma let my hip talk Put a 40 with the dicky, gotta kill up y'all Click, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh And the clip is see-ee-ee 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 Well, 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 on your instrumental I kill a nigga and it really wa'n'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 in a blood nigga like, "Aye mane, 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 Well, 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) uh 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 face-lift, rearrange your cap (come here) One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap Provide 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 who don't 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 Well, that does not mean shit to me Got two on me, got two on me Blood Gang, yeah, suwoop on me Big blatts like suwoop, yeah What you want? What do you want? Aye, aye, big sticks for a punk, yeah What he, what he see y'all? Yeah, uh, aye, aye, big blatts 'cause I bleed, yah What he on, what he breathe, yah Aye, aye, I'm pushin' P's, he pushin' P's, yeah Yeah, what it is and what it ain't Aye, aye, like a skunk we leave him stank