223's (feat. 9lokknine)

(Rocco did it again) Oh, this bitch recording? That's crazy, hah, yeah, slatt, you know, uh Whole lot of gang shit Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt Uh, slatt, slatt, hol' 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-e-e-through What all do you want from me? ARs and them .223's Fuckin' 'round with me, you see I'm hot, I'm five hundred 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 any Blood nigga like, "Ay, 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? ARs and them .223's Fuckin' 'round with me, you see I'm hot, I'm five hundred degrees Heard he caught a body But that does not mean shit to me Got two on me, got two on me (I got two, I got two) 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 My heart colder than a bitch 'cause the bitch froze at that (yah, yah) Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back Say I'm worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, nigga (yah, yah) What all do you want from me? ARs and them .223's Fuckin' 'round with me, you see I'm hot, I'm five hundred 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, ay, ay Big sticks for a punk, yeah, mmh What he, uh, what he see? Yeah, uh, ay, ay Big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah, mhm What he on, what he breathe? Yeah, ay, ay I'm pushin' P's, pushin' P's, yeah, yeah What it is and what it ain't, mmh, ay, ay Like a skunk, we leave him stank