223 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, b*tch
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, b*tch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, b*tch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, b*tch
Ayy, b*tch

[Verse]
40 Glock, got a big 223
AK47 for pussies
Get you sprayed like some dope that was laced
Keep a fitted to the back like I'm Mace
Get replaced if you switchin' your face
Catch a case, I'ma murder the whole state
Murder topic, you could die 'bout a play
Murder topic, you could die 'bout a play
Look at me, you could read me a book
Gotta meet with the plug, we some crooks
I'ma shake up the block, leave you shook
I'ma make this sh*t rock, take a look
If you play me, I knock your sh*t loose
I'ma keep it so G with the juice
If we beefin' it's never a truce
Gotta get to this money, I'm true
Gotta get to his paper, I'm cool
All these n*ggas be fake and they knew
You is not 'bout that life, you not true
All my n*ggas they bite at your coup
I'ma kick it and keep this sh*t bool
Tell my partner pull up with the tool
I'ma pop you, don't play with my loot
Money maker that n*gga she choose