223's (feat. 9lokknine)

(Rocco did it again)

Oh, this bitch recording?

That's crazy, ha, yeah, slatt

You know, ugh, whole lot of gang shit

Bow, graow, bow, groaw, blatt

Ugh, slatt, slatt, hol' up, ugh, ugh, slatt, ugh

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** like, "Aye mane, what's brackin', bitch?"

I'm two floors up on you ****

I'm two floors up on you ****, 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) 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 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 ****'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, ****

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 blatt 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?

Ugh, aye, aye, big blatts 'cause I bleed, yeah

Mmm-hmm, what he on, what he breathe, yeah

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