.223 Freestyle Lyrics

I stay strapped like a dyke that's going to get some pussy

Run up wrong imma pop you boy I ain't no rookie

I don't go to the casino but shoutout my bookie

I ain't even go to class I was playing hooky

Out here playing hooky I couldn't even get a play

That was last year this year got more chicken than chick fi la

Paranoid I been thinking bout letting choppa spray

When I say he got hit with the dick I don't mean he gay

I don't mean he gay but he might be

I been trynna do the right thing I ain't spike lee

Running off on me that's unlikely

Sleeping with the Draco in my bed boy that's nightly

I'm letting you know don't try to fight me

Cuz I got 33 it ain't no way you finna fight these

40 hella rusty it feel like Veeze

You can try to run but you can't dodge 223s

223s hit yo sternium

Please tell me how he trynna beef I never heard of him

I got money older than Capernaum

She asked why I got candles in my closet I be burning 'em

Head shots

Leg shots

Even the body shots

Either way you finna drop

Ask how I rock

I got more clucks than a chicken spot

She asked me why I came to her spot told her I just want the top

I'm headed to the top

And I ain't finna stop

Run up and you getting dropped

Boy that's how I rock

Smith & Wesson I ain't got a Glock boy this pistol hot

I got guns that came from the swat and you just a twat

I stay strapped like a dyke that's going to get some pussy

Run up wrong imma pop you boy I ain't no rookie

I don't go to the casino but shoutout my bookie

I ain't even go to class I was playing hooky

Out here playing hooky I couldn't even get a play

That was last year this year got more chicken than chick fi la

Paranoid I been thinking bout letting choppa spray

When I say he got hit with the dick I don't mean he gay