223's lyrics
You hear that? That's what real n****s sound like Yeah I got him mad look at his face he look like Darth Maul
Ringing up my brothers I’m the one that make them shots call
Getting paper it stay in my hands I feel like Saint Paul
Said he wouldn’t tell and then he did it that's his damn fault
My money on the Eiffel Tower bitch you know it stand tall
Been off of my phone, been in my bag bitch I don’t need calls
If I ain't made like 5k in a day bitch I get withdrawals
N****s tried to hold me down well now they got me pissed offKnow some know some brothers that do drills and they don't do construction
I know some brothers with them sticks and they don’t play with percussion
My brodie (shhh-) he keep that K’ and he might get to bussin’
You fuck with gang I hope you know you suffer reprecussions
My pens and words are fucking weapons of that mass destruction
Run in that show and make them jump, them bitches double dutchin’
My brodie really keep that K’ and he not even Russian
I’m in the city tryna slide but I know that he duckingMan got me pissed off
One hand up on the trigger ready right to let that bitch off
Word to my boy Chris that choppa made him dance like TikTok
Casio up on my wrist might go buss down the G-Shock
Brodie keep that 19 on he ride around with that G-Lock
What they say, they spot em then they got em, made em’ beatbox
Latina girls in my DMs, got me a mamacita
If you had the life i'm living this shit loco, Mamma Mia (oooh)
Talk about my brothers or my family, we shoot from the paint
Hoodied up, black fit on my body like Kevin Durant
I ain't perfect I done did some shit bitch I am not a saint
Lost some brothers on the fucking way and that shit brought me pain
Bail out any of my brothers or the fucking gang
Steppin, on me I know no n****s gon touch the chain
The hardest thats coming out of Indy you gon’ know the name
Told brodie kick the cup but he can’t stop sipping on the drankHands on, I’m the type to pick soccer ball up
Hop out, and walk him down we finna pop em’ all up
Sick he think he shiny, he done went and copped some palm buffs
Face card scorchin’ I don’t really shop in malls much
Haha look
Hot as fuck like i’m stuck in the microwave
Finna maximize the hit with this micro K
Tryna hit the top you gon’ have to fight your way
Tie him up and leave his body shit the Psycho way
Tryna check this profile, credit what Geico say
You ain't tough, snatch your wood then light your way
Lil pups aiming for your ankles we gon bite your face
With these 223s
Grab them Vs back to back
You know these ain't no jubilees
Tryna race with Mr. Vroomie-Zoom I guess that you will see
That you can't catch up
You sipping Jabba the Hut I got a red cup (no cap)Yeah I got him mad look at his face he look like Darth Maul
Ringing up my brothers I’m the one that make them shots call
Getting paper it stay in my hands I feel like Saint Paul
Said he wouldn’t tell and then he did and that's his damn fault
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Who is the author of the song 223's?
The song 223's was written by Midwxst.
- Who sings the song 223's?
The song 223's is performed by Midwxst.