.223

[Verse 1]
Plot on a bitch, arrange the game, red dot on a bitch
Don’t hesitate, just taunt on a bitch
Nothing to say, run up on a bitch
Get that shit, bring that shit back
Get that shit, bring that shit back
Get that bitch, bring that bitch back
Get that bitch, bring that bitch back

[Interlude]
Get that shit, bring that bitch
Don’t say that shit, I just need that one

[Verse 2]
Get that shit, bring that bitch
Don’t say that shit I just need that one
Get that bitch, bring that shit
Only say that shit if you need that gun
Get that shit, bring that bitch
Have some fun, and let’s just fuck him up
Get that bitch, bring that shit
He will suffer till he feels that pump

[Verse 3]
Triple gun fun, triple gun fun
.223 right into his guts
Get that, get that, end the repugn
Don’t let him think that he’s safe to run
Bullet to the brain, 3 bullets to the brain
Say my name in vain, and hit the Mary Jane
Bullet in your vein, you bleeding out your vein
You think I am insane, but I’m here to entertain
See the blood in your eyes, I see that shit fall down and make you cry
Make everything look like it’s just the rise of the antichrist
Make everything look like it’s hell on earth and the end of time
Make you cry, let you die, .223, now goodnight