Текст песни .223 - sawgut

Aye, bruh
This fuckin' beat
This beat
Make me wanna roll up on something in the dark, yo
In a black hoodie, black Forces, black tees
Let's get it

Huh, run up on him in the dark
Huh, I got a .223, I'm finna be sprayin' at that lil' boy in a park
Uh, he wanna beef, but I got me some shootin' boys
Turned him into a cart
Yuh, he wanna beef, but I got a .223 that's finna tear him apart
Uh, might rip off both of his arms, yuh

I'm finna tear up his membrane
Swear to God, on my mama, I'm insane
And I keep me a .33 up on my jacket
It stationary shootin' his ribcage
Yuh, lil' bitch, you a brokie, I get paid
Should I be askin' yo' bitch how my dick taste?
No, no, I don't give a fuck 'bout no lil' bitty bitch
She wan' come, you know that she givin' brain