King Von, Booka600 - .223 lyrics
[King Von, Booka600 - .223 lyrics]
What they what they doin'? What they doin'?
What they doin'? What they doin'?
Count these Benjamins lay low in the V
Lot of bitches they into me
And I got a lot of enemies
But they die, that's no lie
I stay true to all my guys
When I do just make it high
I'm buyin' diamonds, no SI load my 223's
Chase my enemies i got hoes from overseas
They just roll my dope for me
Diamonds make 'em notice me
Hope you don't think about pokin' me
Hope you don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream
(Von) die within a blink (In a blink, nigga)
I'll whack him, his defeat
(His defeat, nigga)
It's all about that gang, we elite
(We elite, nigga)
Nigga a rat, he's a breach
(Well that's a breach, nigga)
Can't break the colony, we throw B's
(Well we throw B's, nigga)
Alexander wrote on the sneaks
(Well them McQueens, nigga)
Propaganda, just shoot, don't speak
(Don't speak, nigga)
Extravagant hit's out the Bentley (Boom boom)
Count these Benjamins, I be so lowkey
I got some killer instincts
Don't approach me
I got some killers for friends
But I don't know nothing
I don't know nothing, yeah
Count these Benjamins lay low in the V
Lot of bitches they into me
And I got a lot of enemies
But they die, that's no lie
I stay true to all my guys
When I do just make it high
I'm buyin' diamonds, no SI load my 223's
Chase my enemies i got hoes from overseas
They just roll my dope for me
Diamonds make 'em notice me
Hope you don't think about pokin' me
Hope you don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream
What you think, Von?
Nigga, fuck your team, huh?
We the ones hit your block
Might miss a few times
Came back like a rerun
We the ones be at the shows, ain't never at
Home, but I swear you run the city, huh?
I'm the one they always'll call when
It's time to get busy
Is you gon' come or what? What? What?
'Cause we don't give a fuck (Give a fuck)
I told them niggas give it up
They shouldn't beef with us
(Keep it tucked)
I tried to tell 'em to be cool
And not to tweak with us (Not to tweak)
And now it's twenty-eight to six
Them boys ain't seein' us
(They ain't seein')
See we be slidin' to them shows
We keep them heaters tucked
Money older than a pager
It should beep or somethin'
(Beep, beep, beep) fast cars, bad broads
I ain't see it comin'
(I ain't see it comin')
Trackhawk, NASCAR, you gon' see me comin'
Count these Benjamins lay low in the V
Lot of bitches they into me
And I got a lot of enemies
But they die, that's no lie
I stay true to all my guys
When I do just make it high
I'm buyin' diamonds, no SI load my 223's
Chase my enemies i got hoes from overseas
They just roll my dope for me
Diamonds make 'em notice me
Hope you don't think about pokin' me
Hope you don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream