Booka600 and King Von - .223

What they doin'? What they doin'?
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 he don't think 'bout pokin' me
Hope he don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream

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 hits 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 he don't think 'bout pokin' me
Hope he 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 he don't think 'bout pokin' me
Hope he don't think about approaching me
He might not wake up from that dream

Written by:
Darontez Mayo

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