238 ft. AMOR VONI & Sir Bonnit Lyrics

One, two, huh, shit, okay, listen

Two, three, eight, come up to yo place

We gone make it shake

Wake and bake, we do that shit for fun

Feel like baby Shay

Pull up to this function feeling great

Bitches shaking cake

See a lil' white bitch up in the back

So white boys wanna collin

Might not be an athlete but lil' bitch, I guarantee I'm ballin

Hi-C just collab with KFC and KC what they call it

Off that drink she take off like a rocket but she always fallin

Hope my money stack up like I'm Marcus

High as fuck, unconscious

Not in love Amor with me for sho

That's my brother Voni

When it's time to hit, call up Sir Bonnit

Best believe he run it

Move too fast, I'm scootin' down these streets

Like I'm Scoota B

Shawty know to do just what I tell her

We could last forever

Feel like I'm a demon off this green

Pass the blunt to shellna, do whatever

Rich like Rockefeller

Me and all my brothers

Titus Hookah got me fuckin' geekin

Floatin' up in space

Google search the freshest nigga ever

You gon' see my face

Float so cold, this shit gon' change the weather

Wrist like frosted flakes

She said, oh my god, this time's so hard

It really two-three-Ate

It's just me and two-three-eight

Got some problems, grab my glock

And we gon' do this face-to-face

Do some shit to fuck with two-three-eight

Gone end up in the lake

Put him in a blunt'n

Spark him up

We gon' wake'n bake

Hit up Voni

I'm like, what's the problem

Know, I'll make it shake

Roam the streets at night

I catch you lackin

Hit you with the cape

Bitch, I'm Batman up to somethin

No I don't make no mistakes

It's just two-three-eight

It's just me Ken,Vanishland

And Jay

Gang be pushin' shit like Tekken eight

But no my hands don't play

Lil' bitch tryna play

Get passed around in paint like this 2K

Hit'em with the fade

Shoot the ball, Kobe number eight

Lil' bitch tryna argue

I'm not Clinton

I don't do debate

Two face Niggs

That's all around me

I can't tell what's real or fake

Lover boy Amor Voni

Hoes be trippin, love is fake

Even in the dark of night

I found my true love anyway

Got my people beside me

I'm with the guys

I'm two-three-eight

Yeah, I'm two-three-eight

This is a villain so evil

So sinister

So horribly vile

That even the utterance of his name

Strikes fear into the hearts of men

The only safe way

To refer to this king of darkness

Is simply

Bitch, it's yo nigga Jay

Bet not come up on my block

Cause mafia don't fuckin' play

We got blicks and we got switches

Glock 40s, without the spazz

Er'body know that

Two-three-eight gon' put that belt to ass

Yeah, bitch

I bet not find out you a liar

I'ma call up my boy Vanish

And he gon' pull up with the pliers

Best believe you gon' go missing

Yo face all over a flyer

Bout to steal yo fuckin' family

Changing yo daughter's diapers

Huh, Yeah

Gone spin yo shit

No DJ flex

They get to wonderin

How yo name end up all over the press

Yo baby mama takin' care of me

Cause she said I been stressed

So I fucked her face

Pull out and nutted all over her chest

Yeah, bitch

Got your dead body on a blimp

Don't give a fuck

My heart been cold

So I bleed blue like I'm a crip

Kidnap your motherfuckin' mama

And then tie her to the fence

I grab her chin, look in her eyes

As she makes a dying wish

Bitch