223 (feat. P4K & Maurre54) Video (MV)

Two point three that's a five add of zero that's a 50
It get tricky fully automatic chopper come and get me
I'll chalk a nigga down
Now your bitch ass ain't runnin' with me
We got poles around this bitch
You better hit the gas and go

Don't blame that bitch for you get smoked
Your sucka ass should have known
Free my brother out the cell I only talk to blood through phones
Sometimes I'm trippin' I just wanna bounce out and catch a dome
I got this 40 on my lap like bitch I pray I make it home
Man these niggas suck with me don't want no smoke leave me alone
Steady talkin' bout no pape that's why I don't pick up the phone
The opposition's want some smoke but we got poles that's hella long
We goin bounce it on they ass and get to clappin' then we gone

I got candy in my backwood you can smell it on my clothes
Lately shit been gettin' hot so I ain't talkin' on no phones
She want me to spend it on her hair but I just spend it on my toes
Take a trip and disappear with 54 now we in Rome
Hmm I ain't got no picks they done caught me in my zone
Bitch I been a gorilla I filled my neck up with stones
Guns up in my vid these bullets flyin' like a drone
Why she hit my line I told her leave me alone
He ain't in the field I'm tryna open up his dome
F*ckin' Lil' Jazz I feel like Karl Malone
He ain't tough all these niggas cappin' nigga watch your tone
I done really got a bag all on my own Slick Guruzee

Two point three that's a five add of zero that's a 50
It get tricky fully automatic chopper come and get me
I'll chalk a nigga down
Now your bitch ass ain't runnin' with me
We got poles around this bitch
You better hit the gas and go

Ridin' with cocktails in the hotty
Doin' donuts on they main block
Bounce out for the Hauvy we got switches like it's GameStop
You ain't tryna bee a body close your eyes cause you just can't watch
We double back for visuals and leave bodies in the same spot
Troopin' no recruitin' same niggas I just can't switch
Burnin' glicky's out this the fourth Glock but it's the same switch
Me and Breeze still goin' back to back on the same bitch
I done cut the scales with the whale but it's the same fish
I done put my mans on some plays and they won't make shit
You ain't never bake shit or ain't break bread
She ain't put them bands in my hands then she fake dead
5400 J-Side bleed the lake red

Two point three that's a five add of zero that's a 50
It get tricky fully automatic chopper come and get me
I'll chalk a nigga down
Now your bitch ass ain't runnin' with me
We got poles around this bitch
You better hit the gas and go