CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : .223
517 until the grave
.223 at your brain
Two million blunts to the face
Bones 'bout to make a stain
Pulling up, rolling deep
Prototypes on my feet
Touch the paint, you get beat
Touch the ice, feel the heat
Try to rob me? That's a no, no
AUG and that b*t*h blow, blow
With the team, never ever solo
Push it, sh*t, push it back in slow-mo
Ayy, switchblade on my body (Body)
Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)
Hit the switch and get to droppin'
Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)
Boom, now you're doomed
24 karat cover my tomb
Don't make me go back to the sh*t I used to do (SESH)
Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
Hundred fifty dollar candles posh with the fragrance
Need to leave the city soon, I need me some acres
Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient
Back on the motherf**kin' prowl (Woo)
I'm the past and the future and the f**kin' right now
Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
Habits that I got demand a lot of my account
.223 at your brain
Two million blunts to the face
Bones 'bout to make a stain
Pulling up, rolling deep
Prototypes on my feet
Touch the paint, you get beat
Touch the ice, feel the heat
Try to rob me? That's a no, no
AUG and that b*t*h blow, blow
With the team, never ever solo
Push it, sh*t, push it back in slow-mo
Ayy, switchblade on my body (Body)
Profit all in my pocket (Pocket)
Hit the switch and get to droppin'
Got a '64 with hydraulics (What?)
Boom, now you're doomed
24 karat cover my tomb
Don't make me go back to the sh*t I used to do (SESH)
Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
Hundred fifty dollar candles posh with the fragrance
Need to leave the city soon, I need me some acres
Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient
Back on the motherf**kin' prowl (Woo)
I'm the past and the future and the f**kin' right now
Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
Habits that I got demand a lot of my account
