200 Reasons (feat. Kwill)

Okay I get it
You niggas is petty I get it
200 reasons to cover my hands
Too many reasons I gave em chance

We come outta pocket and move like a villain
I ain't got time to be in my feelings

We standing on business and keeping it quiet
And see how they feeling and move with precision

This shit is too easy
I feel like I'm Gunna and Wheezy

My girl so exotic I touch on her body my drip got her sniffing and sneezing

I'm keeping thorough to let ns kigganow I'm the one coming through every season

Louis V on the luggage and duffy
That bezel been sitting
I feel like it's nothing I'm going berserk

You follow assignments and making amends
Just pray for the boy if he sin

Resurrected on the highest feel like I'm the hottest fuck who I offend

Tom Ford leather
Who can do better
Million dollar win
Million dollar gems
Never giving in
Had to get it in
Always setting trends
Jumping out the gym

Changing my etiquette
Overdue I'm work for a settlement
I ain't feeling you niggas just fall line
Run it back like I cock back a forty five

We just talk about money and change
We ain't feeling the envy or games

Fuck a deal we gone do it however we want it and turn up and run up in flames

Okay I get it
You niggas is petty I get it
200 reasons to cover my hands
Too many reasons I gave em chance

We come outta pocket and move like a villain
I ain't got time to be in my feelings

We standing on business and keeping it quiet
And see how they feeling and move with precision

Foot on the gas check the dashboard
I step in Gucci and Christian Dior
Calling that bitch tell her pull up with whores
My money evolving hit notes like the chorus

Pinky rang kissing my finger she love it
It took the top off the bitch but not cuffing
If she on her minstrel I tell her to suck it

Rock star niggas come with a budget
Filleting these niggas I'm serving em steak
I pray for my niggas we moving up ranks
Make way for my niggas gone pull up in wraiths
I keep me a pistol stay distant from jakes
Do this for fam my son on the way

Drive off the lot I'm not planning on leasing
Drip when I kill 'em keep red on my sneakers
If she run her mouth then I tell her to bleach it

Pussy niggas keep on playing with me
I got a dream but I'm quick with the beam
Step to my screen I take shots you a meme
Extra nigga don't play with me
Neck dripping and my wrist on freeze
She call me just to get on her knees
Bitches keep trying to XO me
I told that bitch it's MOE

Okay I get it
You niggas is petty I get it
200 reasons to cover my hands
Too many reasons I gave em chance

We come outta pocket and move like a villain
I ain't got time to be in my feelings

We standing on business and keeping it quiet
And see how they feeling and move with precision



Credits
Writer(s): Coree Stacey
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