Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song .223, artist - Booka600. Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
.223 |
| What they doin'? |
| What they doin'? |
| What they, what they doin'? |
| What they doin'? |
| What they doin'? |
| What they doin'? |
| Count these Benjamins |
| Lay low in the V |
| Lot of bitches they into me |
| And I got a lot of enemies |
| But they die, that’s no lie |
| I stay true to all my guys |
| When I do just make it high |
| I’m buyin' diamonds, know that’s ice |
| Load my .223's |
| Chase my enemies |
| I got hoes from overseas |
| They just roll my dope for me |
| Diamonds make 'em notice me |
| Hope you don’t think about pokin' me |
| Hope you don’t think about approaching me |
| He might not wake up from that dream |
| (Von) |
| Die within a blink (In a blink, nigga) |
| I’ll whack him, his defeat (His defeat, nigga) |
| It’s all about that gang, we elite (We elite, nigga) |
| Nigga a rat, he’s a breach (Well that’s a breach, nigga) |
| Can’t break the colony, we throw B’s (Well we throw B’s, nigga) |
| Alexander wrote on the sneaks (Well them McQueens, nigga) |
| Propaganda, just shoot, don’t speak (Don't speak, nigga) |
| Extravagant hits out the Bentley (Boom boom) |
| Count these Benjamins, I be so lowkey |
| I got some killer instincts, don’t approach me |
| I got some killers for friends but I don’t know nothing |
| I don’t know nothing, yeah |
| Count these Benjamins |
| Lay low in the V |
| Lot of bitches they into me |
| And I got a lot of enemies |
| But they die, that’s no lie |
| I stay true to all my guys |
| When I do just make it high |
| I’m buyin' diamonds, know that’s ice |
| Load my .223's |
| Chase my enemies |
| I got hoes from overseas |
| They just roll my dope for me |
| Diamonds make 'em notice me |
| Hope you don’t think about pokin' me |
| Hope you don’t think about approaching me |
| He might not wake up from that dream |
| What you think, Von? |
| Nigga, fuck your team, huh? |
| We the ones that hit your block |
| Might miss a few times, came back like a rerun |
| We the ones be at the shows |
| Ain’t never at home, but I swear you run the city, huh? |
| I’m the one they always’ll call when it’s time to get busy |
| Is you gon' come or what? |
| What? |
| What? |
| 'Cause we don’t give a fuck |
| I told them niggas give it up, they shouldn’t beef with us |
| I tried to tell em to be cool and not to tweak with us |
| And now it’s 28 and 6th, them boy, they seein' us |
| See we be slidin' to them shows, we keep them heaters tucked |
| Money older than a pager, it should beep or somethin' |
| Fast cars, bad broads, I ain’t see it comin' (Huh?) |
| Trackhawk, Nascar, you gon' see me comin' |
| Count these Benjamins |
| Lay low in the V |
| Lot of bitches they into me |
| And I got a lot of enemies |
| But they die, that’s no lie |
| I stay true to all my guys |
| When I do just make it high |
| I’m buyin' diamonds, know that’s ice |
| Load my .223's |
| Chase my enemies |
| I got hoes from overseas |
| They just roll my dope for me |
| Diamonds make 'em notice me |
| Hope you don’t think about pokin' me |
| Hope you don’t think about approaching me |
| He might not wake up from that dream |