.223
 作词 : Bones
 作曲 : Bones
 517 until the grave
 .223 at your brain
 Too many blunts to the face
 Bones 'bout to make a stain
 Pulling up, rolling deep
 Prototypes on my feet
 Just the pain, you get beat
 Just the ice for the heat
 Try to rob me? That's a no, no
 AUG and that ***** blow, blow
 With the team, never ever solo
 Push it, ****, 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 **** I used to do (SESH)
 Ice cold mason, pressed juice vagrant
 Hundred fifty dollar candles [?] with the fragrance
 Need to leave the city soon, [?] makers
 Raise my son right 'til my bones turn ancient
 Back on the **********in' prowl (Woo)
 I'm the past and the future and the ****in' right now
 Blunt guts by the pile, only purchasin' in pounds
 Happens that I got the [?] in my account
 517 until the grave
 .223 at your brain
 Too many blunts to the face
 Bones 'bout to make a stain