200 Lyrics

I keep it 200

Got the bass bumpin

Hella phones jumpin

Styrofoam ovens

I keep it 200

Bitch I'm out in Douglass

96 my cutlass

And she likes it rough and

Bitch I'm in abandoned spaces taking pictures, making faces

Taking names, erasing hatred, AC ain't like vegas baby

NB got you facing riches, kissing pennies off your digits, listening to hieroglyphics, taking off your diamonds glistening

Bitch I'm in the trash house

Boutta pass out

You know when I spazz out

I can't bring no racks out

Shoutout Juicy J

I fuck with taylor gang

20, I ain't said a thing

But I'll cop that Vera Wang

Yeah I'm broke as fuck

Got like 50 bucks

On that 50 run

Stop that, shoot that one

I got my freckles in the sun

If you stepping up

Then you better get the pump

Cause you know I'm never done, bitch

I got you, hoe

Yeah I got you, hoe

Soon as the second verse hits I got you, hoe

I'm so ahead of my time the beat got catch up to me

I'm mixing whiskey and lime, just to get me to sleep

Watch won't tick or tell time, it just sets you a scene

Go and get all your guys, still can't step to my team

Your biggest flex is a line, I got a whole discography

Of songs and features showing you that I don't need to fucking boast

Because I'm crazy with this shit that Jay-Z made a dinner toast

I'm so amazing that I made SpaceGhost on this coast

You bitches 45 dropping 90 minute tapes

That's that trigonometry, you oldheads wanna stop my being

Sitting on a diamond leaving no dead bodies as I kill the game

I'm too amazing, saving grace but all these kids gon' get the flame

In fact I made it so you bitches can not ever get the satisfaction

Of knowing I'm out of action

I still got the pound of ashes

While you get some pats on back

I got a mound of passion sitting underneath me telling you that I never be tamed

You take a shot and you miss

Imma come pop up with this

Imma go pop with this hit

Course imma cop what I'm in

Rockin this shit like I'm Chris

20 years old, I was making some hits in my basement when I was like still in the sixth

I got the Mason Margiela but they is some replicas, making some amazing fits

You gotta face it, no heaven or hell, if you sleeping to me you just sleep with the fish

Sitting here pacing, I'm contemplating that my ex needs a text just to tell her I pissed

I bring the cases, Im acing every single motherfucking thing I spit on this shit

And on top of this, I got a lot of tips on how to properly dominate dropping a mix

Bitch, I cannot miss

If you don't know me, I feel for your list

Don't want the smoke, they don't want me to diss

Detective is asking me where is Flariick

I told I'm why he's deleted, when he got defeated

I made me some tea and kicked back in my seat and then I watched tv

It was new TMZ, and then I went to sleep on a damn Temperpedic, bitch