YNG O$iri$ - XXIII lyrics

Glock twenty three sending shots
Its a murder scene stacking bodies up
Like jason from friday the thirteenth
Pop the trunk and pull the choppa out
It got a laser beam fuck a thousand rounds
Bitch im strapped like
The mother fucking marines
Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums and banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos bitch
I only fuck with two two threes
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's
Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums and banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos bitch
I only fuck with two two threes
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's

All i fucking do is work
Bitch i don't ever get tired
I been busting out these tracks
Ion need a fucking ghost writer
Bitch i murder beats like my
Name is michael myers
You don't want smoke with the
Gang yng is full of snipers
Bitch we from the southside
Born and raised in clay co
Don't come to jurrassic park
Unless you got a fucking pole
If you looking for some drugs
You can pull up to the bando
We got snow, molly, percys
Xannys, work and benzos
If you tryna shop hit
Me up on the trap phone
Addicted to the money
So we don't ever fucking close
If you pull up acting crazy
Then yo ass has got to go
Bitch don't try no silly shit we
Got red dots on your dome
Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums and banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos bitch
I only fuck with two two threes
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's
Bitch I got alot of guns
Yeah i got alot of sticks
Glocks, shottys and some
Choppas with drums banana clips
Ain't no twenty twos bitch
I only fuck with two two threes
Im hitting fucking licks
Because i grew up in the street's