200 FOR LUNCH
Taurus
Yeah, yeah
I had two hundred for lunch (two hundred)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
24 shows in a month (a month)
Looked at the time, it was crunch (time)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (ice)
Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (tucked), yeah
Codeine is a slush (a slush)
Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (sippin' the 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (I must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (yeah), yeah
Love and not lust (not lust)
My crew loyal, we trusted in us (trusted in us), yeah
Runnin' it up (it up)
Got that shit out the ground in a month (a month)
Yeah, look at it glisten, see what I mean (see what I mean)
Lot of blue faces, you pickin' green
Fuck on her naked, bust on her spleen
Cost of the car, three K for the jeans (uh)
Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve (my sleeve)
I'm cool on you dawgs, 'cause I don't want the fleas
I'm smokin' exotic, you don't gotta see
Feelin' the roof and I can feel the breeze
Pockets got nachos, that shit cheddar cheese (wow)
Smokin' gelato, got me feelin' eased
Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece (yeah)
I drop a hit, I know what they need
I check out the motor, gotta have some speed
Louis bifocals, I can't see defeat
Cash runnin' over, I can feel the green (Taurus)
I had two hundred for lunch (two hundred)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
Twenty-four shows in a month (a month)
Looked at the top, it was crutched (top)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (ice)
Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (tucked), yeah
Codeine is a slush (a slush)
Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (sippin' the 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (I must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (yeah), yeah
Love and not lust (not lust)
My crew loyal, we trusted in us (trusted in us), yeah
Runnin' it up (it up)
Got that shit out the ground in a month (a month)
Went and got rich out out the ground and the mud
Ridin' the Rolls and the mink kiss and rub (kiss and rub)
911 Porsche and the trunk is a hood (skrrt)
Told her come through, come and sit on this wood
Neighborhood trap, used to cap off a jug (uh-huh)
Fucked that nat-nat in the back of the hood (yeah)
I never ratted, keep that understood (nah)
Ain't goin' backwards, I don't think I could
These labels be trappin' rappers like they Suge
Got M's in the bank, bitch, I feel life is good
They makin' payment, held that by my foot
Been patiently waitin', wish a nigga would
Just drop a location, my niggas will do it (yeah)
I got a old bitch, can't wait for me to screw her
Just picked a two hunnid, I made it to Forbes
I had two hundred for lunch (two hundred)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
24 shows in a month (a month)
Looked at the top, it was crutched (top)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (ice)
Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (tucked), yeah
Codeine is a slush (a slush)
Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (the 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (I must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (yeah), yeah
Love and not lust (not lust)
My crew loyal, we trusted in us (trusted in us), yeah
Runnin' it up (it up)
Got that shit out the ground in a month (a month)
I blow Biscotti clouds of the bud (the bud)
Throw the racks up it look like a flood (it look like a flood)
Yeah, yeah
I had two hundred for lunch (two hundred)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
24 shows in a month (a month)
Looked at the time, it was crunch (time)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (ice)
Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (tucked), yeah
Codeine is a slush (a slush)
Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (sippin' the 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (I must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (yeah), yeah
Love and not lust (not lust)
My crew loyal, we trusted in us (trusted in us), yeah
Runnin' it up (it up)
Got that shit out the ground in a month (a month)
Yeah, look at it glisten, see what I mean (see what I mean)
Lot of blue faces, you pickin' green
Fuck on her naked, bust on her spleen
Cost of the car, three K for the jeans (uh)
Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve (my sleeve)
I'm cool on you dawgs, 'cause I don't want the fleas
I'm smokin' exotic, you don't gotta see
Feelin' the roof and I can feel the breeze
Pockets got nachos, that shit cheddar cheese (wow)
Smokin' gelato, got me feelin' eased
Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece (yeah)
I drop a hit, I know what they need
I check out the motor, gotta have some speed
Louis bifocals, I can't see defeat
Cash runnin' over, I can feel the green (Taurus)
I had two hundred for lunch (two hundred)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
Twenty-four shows in a month (a month)
Looked at the top, it was crutched (top)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (ice)
Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (tucked), yeah
Codeine is a slush (a slush)
Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (sippin' the 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (I must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (yeah), yeah
Love and not lust (not lust)
My crew loyal, we trusted in us (trusted in us), yeah
Runnin' it up (it up)
Got that shit out the ground in a month (a month)
Went and got rich out out the ground and the mud
Ridin' the Rolls and the mink kiss and rub (kiss and rub)
911 Porsche and the trunk is a hood (skrrt)
Told her come through, come and sit on this wood
Neighborhood trap, used to cap off a jug (uh-huh)
Fucked that nat-nat in the back of the hood (yeah)
I never ratted, keep that understood (nah)
Ain't goin' backwards, I don't think I could
These labels be trappin' rappers like they Suge
Got M's in the bank, bitch, I feel life is good
They makin' payment, held that by my foot
Been patiently waitin', wish a nigga would
Just drop a location, my niggas will do it (yeah)
I got a old bitch, can't wait for me to screw her
Just picked a two hunnid, I made it to Forbes
I had two hundred for lunch (two hundred)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
24 shows in a month (a month)
Looked at the top, it was crutched (top)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (ice)
Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked (tucked), yeah
Codeine is a slush (a slush)
Might invest so I'm sippin' the 'Tuss (the 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (I must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (yeah), yeah
Love and not lust (not lust)
My crew loyal, we trusted in us (trusted in us), yeah
Runnin' it up (it up)
Got that shit out the ground in a month (a month)
I blow Biscotti clouds of the bud (the bud)
Throw the racks up it look like a flood (it look like a flood)
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Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Kenneth K Gilmore, Wesley Glass, Taurus Bucy Currie Jr.
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