223 lyrics

by

Baby Smoove


[Intro: ShredGang Boogz]
Get that b*tch this time
(You ain't know [?]?)
Ayy
Free my n*gga Streaks
Uh
Strathmore block, n*gga
Shred
Ayy
Ayy

[Verse 1: ShredGang Boogz]
I need a mill' ticket, 'til then, I ain't givin' up
For that pape', I seen day one n*ggas switch up
When that forty in his face, watch how quick this n*gga b*tch up
They slide, then we slide, now these pus*y n*ggas snitchin' on us
Mention my name, watch n*ggas get spooked
If it's beef, then it's beef, we ain't callin' no truce
High as f*ck yesterday, fell asleep off a deuce
Had a dream I had a threesome with Rocky and Mook
n*gga, I'ma get rich or go to jail tryin'
A1 dope, when I'm out, my fiends call cryin'
You ain't never had no bag, you be purpin' all the time
Stopped f*ckin' with thеm hoes, had to focus on my grind
Fell off for a minute, but I bouncеd right back
You can tell it's that deal if it jump right back
Flippin' work with no hands, what you know 'bout that?
Would hit you with a zip, but you might fumble the sack, rookie
[Chorus: ShredGang Boogz]
Had to get this money, ain't had no other option
n*gga try one of us, then you know we poppin'
.308s, .223s, n*gga, pick your problem
Same n*ggas actin' tough, dog, we used to rob 'em
Had to get this money, ain't had no other option
n*gga try one of us, then you know we poppin'
.308s, .223s, n*gga, pick your problem
Same n*ggas actin' tough, dog, we used to rob 'em

[Verse 2: Baby Smoove]
I'm a motherf*ckin' lion, you's a sheep
.308s, .223s, they'll eat your whole team
7.62s, b*tch, I don't need a beam
Hit a f*ck n*gga block and turn that b*tch into a scene
Ayy, I'm positive, b*tch, no Charlie Sheen
No Henny, more lean, I want cotton or a cream
I had ounces all on me, I was only sixteen
I got gelato in this 'Wood, so I can't even blink
b*tch, I'm mad as hell, spillin' red on my jeans
All my n*ggas drop bust, b*tch, we ain't snatch a thing
And all this scale ain't trippin', I'm just feelin' nice
Supposed to buy a deuce, went and bought a pint
Sent your b*tch to the store for my pop and ice
Keep lil' mama tank filled, she drive that Corolla right
I'm on my n*ggas' side whether that sh*t wrong or right
Big four-five Glock, and n*gga, that b*tch clutchin' Mike
Make a n*gga stutter once he see the light
Scuffed my shoes runnin' from them b*tches last night
You can't beef with nobody unless your cash right
Tryna f*ck up my night, and n*gga, that's a bad sight
[Chorus: ShredGang Boogz]
Had to get this money, ain't had no other option
n*gga try one of us, then you know we poppin'
.308s, .223s, n*gga, pick your problem
Same n*ggas actin' tough, dog, we used to rob 'em
Had to get this money, ain't had no other option
n*gga try us, then you know we poppin'
.308s, .223s, n*gga, pick your problem
Same n*ggas actin' tough, dog, we used to rob 'em
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