223's (feat. 9lokknine)

Oh, this bitch recording?
 That's crazy, ha, yeah, slatt
 You know, ugh, whole lot of gang shit
 Bow, graow, bow, groaw, blatt
 Uh, slatt, slatt, hol' 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 nigga 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 nigga and it really wa'n'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 in a blood nigga like, "Aye mane, 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
 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) uh 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 nigga'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, 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
 Well, that does not mean shit 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?
 Aye, aye, big sticks for a punk, yeah
 What he, what he see y'all?
 Yeah, uh, aye, aye, big blatts 'cause I bleed, yah
 What he on, what he breathe, yah
 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