223's Feat YNW Melly (Produced By Rocco & Glokknine)歌詞

Rocco did it again
Oh this b**ch recordin'?
That's crazy
Hah, yeah, slatt
You know, uh, whole lot of gang s**t
Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt
Uh, slatt, slatt, hold 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 n**ga hit the crip walk
Crip walk, I'ma let my hip talk
Put a .40 with the d**ky, gotta kill up y'all
Clean, 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
F**kin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, on 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well that does not mean s**t 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 n**ga and it really wasn't coincidental
Stop all that flaggin' s**t, you really on that actin' s**t
No, I ain't with no cappin' s**t and I ain't on no rappin' s**t
No lackin', b**ch, you know it ain't no lackin', b**ch
I check in a blood n**ga like, "Ayy mane, what's brackin', b**ch?"
I'm two floors up on you n**gas
I'm two floors up on you n**gas, yeah
What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
F**kin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, on 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well that does not mean s**t 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, lil', we gon' rearrange your cap (Come here)
One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap
Invite that **** to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap
'Cause 'bout me he'll take a n**ga'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 b**ch 'cause the b**ch froze at that
Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back
Say I'm worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, n**ga
What all do you want from me?
AR's and them .223's
F**kin' 'round with me, you see
I'm hot, on 500 degrees
Heard he caught a body
Well that does not mean s**t 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?
Ayy ayy, big sticks for a punk, yeah, mmh
What is, what is s**t
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, he pushin' P's, yeah
Yeah, what it is and what it ain't, mh
Ayy ayy, like a skunk, we leave him stank