Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 223's , by - YNW Melly. Song from the album Melly vs. Melvin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: P2019
Song language: English
223's |
| 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 |