nuk & glockboyz teejaee – .223’s lyrics
.223’s lyrics
[intro: nuk]
forever 55
fivever 55
[verse 1: nuk]
a n+gga had to d+mn near make an m to get his k to work
knowin’ that they in there, they hope bro don’t show his paperwork
knowin’ that they in there, they just hope that bro don’t shank ’em first
load up all our— and get ’em gone, that’s what the apes prefer
blowed as h+ll thinkin’ to myself like i hate the world
know i’m ballin’, my la hoes be ballin’ just like laker girls
nuk be always comin’ with a strap just like he michael kors
everywhere i got a hundred rounds ’cause they say life too short
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
live fast, i know you wish your homie died slow
n+gga, i’d wish all the opps is dead if i had a n+gga like [?]
even with a blindfold, i can hit a n+gga like a high note
you ever heard that fully k? sound like a lawnmower
man, i don’t work out, i run it up, hit the mall and spend them bands
in the mall jackin’ bad, strap fallin’ down my pants
like bro recycling or something, he be runnin’ through them bins
like i’m rehearsing with the draco, finna play this b+tch again
[verse 3: nuk]
told all my 5 n+ggas that they ain’t alone
pew+pew, pah+pah+pah, that’s my favorite song
we sent a n+gga to the himalayas, he can blame jerome
told my hoes i be in o+dot like it’s my only home
they knowin’ that my n+ggas ruthless, they gave my homies gnats
i be hoppin’ out with .223s like that’s my only strap
brodie servin’ n+ggas foogiano, but don’t wanna rap
i can be the reason that they gone and give they homies daps
[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
n+gga, no mercy for the opps, we k!llin’ all of them
out on bond, same day they let me out, i got another bl!ck
sh+t be serious when the judge give you life to your face, n+gga, she mean it
n+gga, free my n+gga sweats, they gave him twelve, he couldn’t believe it
and we still be in the hood bustin’ them guns, we some demons
she gave me neck and her number, but i ain’t need it, finna delete it
i’m finna bend+a+drill, sh+t, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no pill
bend the corner, drill a n+gga, we be really in that field
i feel like hoopin’, how ’bout we have a ball game?
call the chopper a cutter, this b+tch’ll give you a bald fade
man, you don’t wanna get caught slippin’, we endin’ n+ggas like game
like dame, it be over when we get to doin’ our thing, n+gga
[verse 5: nuk]
see, that dog had me always skippin’ school, i was like ferris
heard the opps repeatin’ everything i say, them n+ggas parrots
we ain’t even into jumpin’ n+ggas no more, but we’ll air it
9/11, but nothin’ like the car, my n+ggas terrorists
they my—
they my pistol poppin’ n+ggas, boy, they rare
and the opps know we’ll blow it broad day, that’s why they scared
i got a b+tch that try to suck me all day like she don’t care
got a b+tch that suck me all day like she don’t give a f+ck
i would try to get off with my opps, but they don’t live enough
i know they want me bad, they wanna pin me up
treat the opps’ cars just like the joker, they get riddled up
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