200 A Line
Ay, ay, ay, ay (by the way, I'on got time for this shit) hold on
(Look, look, ay) you know who the fuck it is when we have first
Time shit like that, slutty -, my only lady, ay
Ay, I pray for peace, I drop codeine in pops it help me sleep
She know I can go find a badder bitch, so she won't let me leave
I smell like Creed, my cologne worth a QP
I'm tryna take the music way more serious, sign to QC (sign to QC)
I got this shit up out the mud like I'm plantin' seeds
She hurt my feelings, I nut in her, she bought plan B's
All-around player, I can ball and, get back on D
Veneers or a grill from Johnny Dang, shit, I'm tryna think
I love a big booty, black bitch, pussy nice and pink
I'm po'd up off a deuce, it got me sleepy, so I popped off E
If you can't bring shit to the table, get from around me
I had to sacrifice, I took my kit and went and pawned it
A gold Roley like a gold medal, fuck that bronze shit
I'm the GOAT, my son a mini-me, somethin' like Bronny James
And when I die, and they remove my heart, they gon' see the pain
Bitch, this worth 200 dollars a line, yo' man drink still pain
Bitch, why you talkin' like you solid? You gon' still change
You ever been so broke, you had to hit yo' kid's piggy bank? (Fuck)
That's why I buy them anything that they can think of
I tell them that the whole world is ours, y'all daddy up
When shit get slow, I just maintain, while still stackin' up
I won't even fuck the bitch, my standards high
Yo' ass ran through and stuck hoe (bitch)
I feel like God body when I got my chain and buffs on
Walkin' ah' Roley down right now, for all them times I caught the bus home
I won't truly be happy until my cousin's home
Fall off, let my hair grow out, make 60, then I'm cuttin' the fro
Bitch, you won't never keep no man, talk less and, listen more (listen more)
Your ass gon' be stuck on the ground forever, waiting' on niggas to come and pick you up
I ain't never give no statements to detectives when they picked us up
I got rank, I can step on any court and they gon' pick me
I be doggin' bitches, she like, "Lucky, where your feelings go?"
My last bitch took him with her, I can't lie, I still miss' that ho
Shit, fuck it, life's Gucci, nigga, this shit picture perfect
She gotta eat the dick to perfection if she gettin' purses
I spent six thousand online shopping, my bank just text me, did you make this purchase?
Tried to help motherfuckers out, knowing damn well they ain't deserve it
Stayed up in my lane and ran it up, nigga, yo' ass hurtin'
I get money out the streets, take care of my kids, I'm not a bad person
Fuck her hard as hell from bayind, wake up her ass hurtin'
She ask me, "Lucky is you fuckin' on this ho?" Bae, go and ask her
Nigga, I don't go to church, the pastor is the biggest scammer
If you hop on niggas' ass for playin' with you, I tilt my hat
I brung out 20 for three days straight, it was all a different racks
You gotta have some patience, let it come to you like catchin' fish
Nigga, Forever$tash, I always represent
I need a letter tucked before my kids turn, ten, yeah, yeah
(Look, look, ay) you know who the fuck it is when we have first
Time shit like that, slutty -, my only lady, ay
Ay, I pray for peace, I drop codeine in pops it help me sleep
She know I can go find a badder bitch, so she won't let me leave
I smell like Creed, my cologne worth a QP
I'm tryna take the music way more serious, sign to QC (sign to QC)
I got this shit up out the mud like I'm plantin' seeds
She hurt my feelings, I nut in her, she bought plan B's
All-around player, I can ball and, get back on D
Veneers or a grill from Johnny Dang, shit, I'm tryna think
I love a big booty, black bitch, pussy nice and pink
I'm po'd up off a deuce, it got me sleepy, so I popped off E
If you can't bring shit to the table, get from around me
I had to sacrifice, I took my kit and went and pawned it
A gold Roley like a gold medal, fuck that bronze shit
I'm the GOAT, my son a mini-me, somethin' like Bronny James
And when I die, and they remove my heart, they gon' see the pain
Bitch, this worth 200 dollars a line, yo' man drink still pain
Bitch, why you talkin' like you solid? You gon' still change
You ever been so broke, you had to hit yo' kid's piggy bank? (Fuck)
That's why I buy them anything that they can think of
I tell them that the whole world is ours, y'all daddy up
When shit get slow, I just maintain, while still stackin' up
I won't even fuck the bitch, my standards high
Yo' ass ran through and stuck hoe (bitch)
I feel like God body when I got my chain and buffs on
Walkin' ah' Roley down right now, for all them times I caught the bus home
I won't truly be happy until my cousin's home
Fall off, let my hair grow out, make 60, then I'm cuttin' the fro
Bitch, you won't never keep no man, talk less and, listen more (listen more)
Your ass gon' be stuck on the ground forever, waiting' on niggas to come and pick you up
I ain't never give no statements to detectives when they picked us up
I got rank, I can step on any court and they gon' pick me
I be doggin' bitches, she like, "Lucky, where your feelings go?"
My last bitch took him with her, I can't lie, I still miss' that ho
Shit, fuck it, life's Gucci, nigga, this shit picture perfect
She gotta eat the dick to perfection if she gettin' purses
I spent six thousand online shopping, my bank just text me, did you make this purchase?
Tried to help motherfuckers out, knowing damn well they ain't deserve it
Stayed up in my lane and ran it up, nigga, yo' ass hurtin'
I get money out the streets, take care of my kids, I'm not a bad person
Fuck her hard as hell from bayind, wake up her ass hurtin'
She ask me, "Lucky is you fuckin' on this ho?" Bae, go and ask her
Nigga, I don't go to church, the pastor is the biggest scammer
If you hop on niggas' ass for playin' with you, I tilt my hat
I brung out 20 for three days straight, it was all a different racks
You gotta have some patience, let it come to you like catchin' fish
Nigga, Forever$tash, I always represent
I need a letter tucked before my kids turn, ten, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Marcus Harris Jr
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