200 HUNNA! (Freestyle) Lyrics

Off the drugs for like eight weeks

Off the drugs for like eight weeks

Off the drugs for like eight weeks

4/20 I was back on lean

Please don't reach out ain't no saving me

Ain't no saving me, ain't no saving me

She think I'm hurt, I'm laughing to the bank

I been getting geeked, can't think straight

Can't think straight, can't think straight

Withdrawal off the Percs, give me stomachaches

Got a reptile in the seat

Draco on me singing Katy Perry

Keep a blade just like Sosavelli

Free 200 Comet Gazing legendary

In the trap we sing Amazing Grace

She say her grace and then she give me face

Sorry Fauni, gotta steal your bar

But she a fucking keeper, she just gets misplaced

I been getting geeked for a month

I been getting geeked for a month

Living life like the Taliban

Moving slimy and I keep some extra slugs

I been getting geeked for a month

I been getting geeked for a month

Living life like the Taliban

Moving slimy and I keep some extra slugs

Off the drugs for like 8 weeks

Dead before 18 dead before 18

Old hoes say she miss me

Bring her up to speed bring her up to speed

Bring her up to speed

Off the drugs for like eight weeks

4/20 I was back on lean

Please don't reach out ain't no saving me

Ain't no saving me, ain't no saving me

She think I'm hurt, I'm laughing to the bank

I been getting geeked, can't think straight

Can't think straight, can't think straight

Withdrawal off the Percs, give me stomachaches

.45's and some black Number (N)ines

Free the Taliban moving front line

Free the Taliban moving front line

In the streets we scream "200 Hunnid"

Monkey nuts going hunting, hunting

Need them racks, fucking commas, digits

And some recognition, got the real listening

Heat the stove cause we going fishing

First we water whipping

Then we prep the shipment

Crack diamonds glistening

Another hoe tripping

Said I never listen

Young Tali winning

Christian's on feet but I'm sinning

Too much paper you would think we printing

Christian's on feet but I'm sinning

Too much paper you would think we printing

.556 going around and you know it's fucking hitting

Got a redbone and a blue 30

In the trap and we plucking birdies

26 go buh buh

Got a baby Glock and it's fucking crying