223S feat. 9lokknine

[Intro: YNW Melly]
Cm
Rocco did it again
Gm
Oh, this bitch recordin’?
Cm Gm
That’s crazy, hah, yeah, slatt, you know, uh
Cm
Whole lot of gang shit
Gm
Baow, graow, baow, graow, blatt
Cm Gm
Uh, slatt, slatt, hold up, uh, uh, slatt, uh

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Cm
Blood walk, baby, this the Blood walk, huh
Gm
I don’t use my hands, I let the blood talk, huh
Cm
.223’s and MACs’ll make you blood walk
Gm
I can make any nigga hit the Crip walk
Cm
Crip walk, I’ma let my hip talk
Gm
Pulled a 40 with a dicky, gotta kill up y’all
Cm
Click, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Gm
And the clip is see-through

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Cm
What all do you want from me?
Gm
AR’s and them .223’s
Cm
Fuckin’ ’round with me, you see
Gm
I’m hot, I’m 500 degrees
Cm
Heard he caught a body
Gm
But that does not mean shit to me
Cm
Got two on me, got two on me
Gm
Blood Gang, yeah, SuWoop on me

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Cm
Detrimental

Me and Glokk all on your instrumental
Gm
I kill a nigga and it really wasn’t coincidental
Cm
Stop all that flaggin’ shit, you just be on that actin’ shit
Gm
No, I ain’t with no cappin’ shit and I ain’t on no rappin’ shit
Cm
No lackin’, bitch, you know it ain’t no lackin’, bitch
Gm
I check into Blood, nigga, like, “Ayy, man, what’s brackin’, bitch?”
Cm
I’m two floors up on you niggas
Gm
I’m two floors up on you niggas, yeah

[Verse 3: GlokkNine]
Cm
I’m like blatt (Uh-huh), we don’t never play, he get whacked, like
Gm
Tryna find his face, ain’t no trace, ain’t comin’ back
Cm
G-Nine, Mister Two-Glocks, just bought a MAC (Oh yeah)
Gm
A MAC for your facelift, rearrange your cap (Come here)
Cm
One foot in the industry and one foot in the trap
Gm
Invite that dope to my bloodline, I treat him like my strap
Cm
‘Cause ’bout me he’ll take a nigga’s feet off the map
Gm
Big B’s ’til I’m sleep, push a P, he get clapped
Cm
Two guns, that’s the twin Glocks, I roger that part
Gm
Colder than a bitch ’cause the bitch froze at that
Cm
Like apostrophe, Google forgot a comma in the back
Gm
Say I’m worth 250K, we can bet a trey on that, nigga

[Outro: GlokkNine]
Cm
Big blatt like SuWoop, mmh, yeah
Gm
What you want? What he want? Mmh, ayy, ayy
Cm
Big sticks for a punk, yeah, mmh
Gm
What he, uh, what he see? Yeah, uh, ayy, ayy
Cm
Big blatts ’cause I bleed, yeah, mhm
Gm
What he on, what he breathe? Yeah, ayy, ayy
Cm
I’m pushin’ P’s, pushin’ P’s, yeah, yeah
Gm
What it is and what it ain’t, mmh, ayy, ayy

Like a skunk, we leave him stank

[YNW Melly:] 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 [GlokkNine:] 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 [YNW Melly:] 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 [GlokkNine:] 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

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