225 lyrics

[Intro]
Molly
Free all my n*ggas up
I think I might be happy
Hah

[Bridge]
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg
Yadigg, yadigg, yadigg, yadigg

[Hook]
225
Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the race
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak

[Verse 1]
Mobile Suit my Gundam, how you move your gun then?
I got to hold my hand right round him, he moved, so I shot him
I demand all respect right now, make me put this mic down
Two of us finna go in, we both know who gon' come out
Maybach 23
Rollin' on a bean
Made her drink my Minute Maid
Take her out in Saint Tropez
I ain't gon' shoot no-one today
[?] no Sharpay
Signed into it with a Sharpie
Lil n*gga, know you my protégé
19, got 20 for a show
18, got 50 for the load
17, had 0 Texakos
13, I had hopped off the porch
I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes
You was pus*y 'fore me, both with snotty nose
I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast
I'm a real ass n*gga, we both know
f*ck I'm cappin' for?
[Hook]
225
Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak

[Post-Hook]
Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death

[Verse 2]
Who gon' check me?
Whatever you do ain't finna impress me
Uh, rhinestone cowboy like I'm Presley
Uh, Black Clover, do magic
I ain't never been one of them n*ggas, get online and talk all that sh*t, uh, uh
Ate a bum hoe out last night and the b*tch left a crumb on my lip, uh (nasty)
Green heart, don't feel nothing, I ain't finna wife none hoe, not for sh*t
And the b*tch said won't hear what I'm sayin', [?] finna learn something, I don't wanna kiss you
pus*y ass lil n*gga got a bitty ass chain on and that lame ass still tryna flex
Early morning, late nights in that Nissan, me and Kie Money took that risk
Look at these scripts of a sea bring, and I never went on another trip
Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway, and he still gave his ass another year (shout out my n*gga)
[Hook]
225
Loud and live
From the back
I'm from the side
Do the Wraith
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak

[Post-Hook]
Beat the pot, beat the pot
Beat the pot, smash
Gettin' that, gettin' that
Gettin' that, bag
Walk through, walk through
Walk through, splash
Bless you, bless you
Too fresh, death