223s (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