223 Bars Lyrics – G Reefah
Singer: G Reefah
Title: 223 Bars
Go, go
Go, go
b#tch you know that i be getting it
Whipping the work like a skillet
Two grams through the door
Cooking that work in the kitchen
Pour a deuce out the pint
Straight wock what i’m sipping
Getting bread, that’s the mission
But n#gg#s signed for his death
When i catch him i’ma drill him
So i gotta keep it with me
Catch a opp, i’m getting busy
Apply pressure to his neck
Won’t stop until i finish
Glock 9, with a beam, so i aim for a killing
Can’t fall about no hoe so i gotta keep it pimping
No caps in my rap
Told advice that you listen
Youngin’ get mad so he stay in his feelings
Saying that he gone- bet i’ma clip him
Can’t go out like the victim
So i gotta be the villain
Locked in in the stu’
.223 round what i give him
Can’t go out of bounds, so i stay on my pivot
.23 what i’m clutching, middle man like the lakеrs
Top shotta with the dreads, leavе him bald like a taper
Got my mind on the grind, ‘cause i gotta get some paper
Keep it real when you start, can’t fake it till i make it
I’ma fry him like some bacon
How you get hoes with your man, but p#ss# you f#cked by yourself
Man you n#gg#s really hoes, when i catch you, you get clapped
Man i’m still in the building, and i keep it by my side
If you want me to pull up, drop the addy we gone slide
Never lacking, got it on me, run up on me, suicide
No attempt when i shoot, murder warrant, homicide
Can’t f#ck with too many fake #ss rap #ss n#gg#s so i stay to myself
But free remble out the pen, and long live all the guys
Stay solid never fold, even if they drop a dime
{?} where i go, so i gotta keep a nine
Outline him with the chalk if he get out of line
Got 7.62, .223s, with six shooting like mj in his prime
Never cap in my rhymes so i’m living it
They wanna start with the beef i’ma finish it
Free the real out the cell doing sentences
Pouring that act in my cup then i’m sipping it
Remember back in the days i was hitting licks
Now i just spend the bag on a different b#tch
I won’t play with that hoe put my dick in it
This n#gg# faking as f#ck like some counterfeit
I’m a demon that hang around savages
.223 rip through your tint doing damages
You wanna stand by it act like your innocent
I’m ttg, trained to go, you can witness it
Take a shot at the opp, i’m directing it
Ain’t got a pound {?}
Shoot the opp like the range i be practicing
Off 5 pills just to boost my adrenaline
Hollow tip in the glock it’s gone stretch him, drill him, kill him, drip him
Pistol whip him with the toolie, put the glock in his denim
That sh#t look just like my dick, but i stay with the burner
Got a new glock, i’m finna go merk some
{?} and shoot it on purpose
Putting words {?}
Stay with the glock so i won’t be no victim
Got a new twin, with a b#tch with a burkin
Creep on yo block when i’m lurking
I’m on my grind all the way to the morning
I chase a bag when you n#gg#s be snoring
It’s a {?} so when i’m scoring
Put a hole to his head like a dolphin
I get dizzy with the glizzy let’s do it according
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