Yea, we up in this bitch, And we ride shit
We fall off in the club and We two hundred deep
All my niggas deep and we motherfuckin’ this bitch man
50000, flip that four times, that’s two hundred g’s
We can trap motherfuckin paper man, count it up
Back to back, all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch, it’s like 200 freaks
If the gang up in that bitch you know we turnin’ up
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch so that they know
what’s up, It’s rosay ‘bout the case
That’s just to pass the time oh you don’t like
That shit so now you wanna drop it down
Pull up with tuki, callin’ juicy, It’s about that time
Well you brought that cash first and that’s the bottom line
200 strong, 200 beat 200 bands, it’s time to eat, Okay
Here go my junk flow, they can’t see me, i’m nuts so
I was pickin’ up like pat tranz cuz
The fiends was comin’ in bus loads get it off tonight
That’s all i thought nigga try me, see a red dot
Then it’s no sound, these are headshots
If you think it’s funny, that’s red fucks
Tryna chill tonight, better keep me cool
Or it’s head not, they know what to do
You don’t know me, i don’t know you
You can’t crack a bottle, can’t hit the dude
Better act right when you see these wolves
Cuz they see you and they smell food
No ac, no silaphan, no vds’s, i’m so cool
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
50000, flip that four times, that’s two hundred g’s
Back to back, all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch, it’s like 200 freaks
I ain’t goin’ back to ben row bitch i got amide
I’mma stay smokin’ stunt sippin’ ‘til i’m in my grave
Anything that i want homie juicy j gon spin it
I’m in love with a stripper, she in love with my riches
I turned nothing into stuntin’ beatin’ into bumpin’
Throw money in the club fuckin’ bad hoes from humpin’
Hate niggas doin’ bad while i hit their back with bags
Trippin’ man don’t hit no reggie super sayan in the zak
That’s some shit you never had I see why you niggas mad
Keep on talkin’ all that trash, my young nigga ride down and blast
They dump off your ass shit and for free you throw one ferrari?
Now i can buy three
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
50000, flip that four times that’s two hundred g’s
Back to back all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch, it’s like 200 freaks
My swag is on, 3000, What the fuck am i doin’?
I’m paper-cakin’ like
What you do before baby making? I’m fresh
I make it happen, I have to make it, so i create it
I rap and tap and I smoke this weed until i’m sedated
I’m catching all of these flights, Bitch, i’m in your city
Catchin’ up with these hoes and I bet the bitches is pretty
I ain’t spendin’ a dime ho pimpin’ all of my money, nigga
In the club the hoes are wild enough
To go around and call that book I move around like ultrasound
The bitch i bounce you down and now she hook
I turnt her up they turnt her out, that’s the shit
That i’m about taylor gang is in the house
Smell the weed, the bottle’s out
Your bitch is gun and she’s with us
Your bitch is gun and she’s with us
Chevy over there bangn’ juicy over there trippy
Five sokin’ that gin, five sokin’ that gin
Rumors here spendin’ I’m baked out of my mind
Nate bossin’ more women we caked off a straight grind nigga
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
50000, flip that four times that’s two hundred g’s
Back to back, all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch It’s like 200 freaks
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We fall off in the club and We two hundred deep
All my niggas deep and we motherfuckin’ this bitch man
50000, flip that four times, that’s two hundred g’s
We can trap motherfuckin paper man, count it up
Back to back, all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch, it’s like 200 freaks
If the gang up in that bitch you know we turnin’ up
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch so that they know
what’s up, It’s rosay ‘bout the case
That’s just to pass the time oh you don’t like
That shit so now you wanna drop it down
Pull up with tuki, callin’ juicy, It’s about that time
Well you brought that cash first and that’s the bottom line
200 strong, 200 beat 200 bands, it’s time to eat, Okay
Here go my junk flow, they can’t see me, i’m nuts so
I was pickin’ up like pat tranz cuz
The fiends was comin’ in bus loads get it off tonight
That’s all i thought nigga try me, see a red dot
Then it’s no sound, these are headshots
If you think it’s funny, that’s red fucks
Tryna chill tonight, better keep me cool
Or it’s head not, they know what to do
You don’t know me, i don’t know you
You can’t crack a bottle, can’t hit the dude
Better act right when you see these wolves
Cuz they see you and they smell food
No ac, no silaphan, no vds’s, i’m so cool
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
50000, flip that four times, that’s two hundred g’s
Back to back, all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch, it’s like 200 freaks
I ain’t goin’ back to ben row bitch i got amide
I’mma stay smokin’ stunt sippin’ ‘til i’m in my grave
Anything that i want homie juicy j gon spin it
I’m in love with a stripper, she in love with my riches
I turned nothing into stuntin’ beatin’ into bumpin’
Throw money in the club fuckin’ bad hoes from humpin’
Hate niggas doin’ bad while i hit their back with bags
Trippin’ man don’t hit no reggie super sayan in the zak
That’s some shit you never had I see why you niggas mad
Keep on talkin’ all that trash, my young nigga ride down and blast
They dump off your ass shit and for free you throw one ferrari?
Now i can buy three
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
50000, flip that four times that’s two hundred g’s
Back to back all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch, it’s like 200 freaks
My swag is on, 3000, What the fuck am i doin’?
I’m paper-cakin’ like
What you do before baby making? I’m fresh
I make it happen, I have to make it, so i create it
I rap and tap and I smoke this weed until i’m sedated
I’m catching all of these flights, Bitch, i’m in your city
Catchin’ up with these hoes and I bet the bitches is pretty
I ain’t spendin’ a dime ho pimpin’ all of my money, nigga
In the club the hoes are wild enough
To go around and call that book I move around like ultrasound
The bitch i bounce you down and now she hook
I turnt her up they turnt her out, that’s the shit
That i’m about taylor gang is in the house
Smell the weed, the bottle’s out
Your bitch is gun and she’s with us
Your bitch is gun and she’s with us
Chevy over there bangn’ juicy over there trippy
Five sokin’ that gin, five sokin’ that gin
Rumors here spendin’ I’m baked out of my mind
Nate bossin’ more women we caked off a straight grind nigga
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
50000, flip that four times that’s two hundred g’s
Back to back, all black look like 200 jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this bitch It’s like 200 freaks
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