nuk & rio da yung og - 200k lyrics
[intro]
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
[verse 1: nuk]
plenty times i could’ve died
they say the feds be in my live
watch how them sh+lls hit that whip, you’d think you [?][0:21]
i got some g7 shh i get off for the high
i do tas by the b+tton, boy, i get off on the fly
we like [?][0:29] five+sevens coming through that tint
i love the ghetto, plus i got some ghetto boyz that’s out in flint
[?][0:34] bus route
dogfood and gunpowder
my trap gon’ always keep me with some traffic just like rush hour
trapping like it’s fun to me
pretty hoes and drug money
my bag gon’ always keep me in these hoes because they love money
y’all ain’t really on what i be on, so keep it in these beats
they know i’m relying on that chop to keep my in these streets
b+tch, i’m so invested in this ice, so f+ck your edd
i became a dope boy off that rock, but i ain’t dbc
b+tch, i gotta move these bands, can i use your coochie please?
in tennessee selling city girl, but i ain’t qc p
[chorus: nuk]
i ran up ’bout two hundred k, boy, we got so many made
the feds probably try to press my mama tryna get a name
had to get up out that stage, they hating that we out here paid
my fiend’ll even shoot it through her foot to try to hit that vein
the other side been covering they ears, they tired of hearing bangs
my opps’ll even send it through the hook to try to get my gang
.223s’ll move ’em off they block, bully ball
swear these n+ggas just like dogs and cat, these n+ggas p+ssy talk
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
when i be on the 7, i be straight, i don’t need a strap
but you can bum me right by my right hip, that’s where the heater at
b+tch, don’t ask me ’bout no other hoes, i’ll leave you for that
i got an extra d+ck for my gun, but i don’t pee with that
i got a dog plug out this world, i don’t need to rap
but i’ma keep rapping, in six months, i made three hundred racks
told the opps, “stop calling me, tell god to bring your brother back”
stop worrying ’bout the gun that’s visible, i got another strap
told nuk we locked in, he could just call me when he need me
how you dripping, n+gga? i ain’t never saw you on big beaver
used to drive a van, couldn’t even afford a box of pizza
now my old hoes’ll call like, “i just saw you in a beamer”
it’s gon’ be hard to smoke me, i just bought a new d eagle
like, when death call, i’ma probably be arguing with the reaper
money launderer, i’m ’bout to take my vault up to the cleaners
don’t be going back and forth with my sharks ’cause they’ll eat you
[chorus: nuk]
i ran up ’bout two hundred k, boy, we got so many made
the feds probably try to press my mama tryna get a name
had to get up out that stage, they hating that we out here paid
my fiend’ll even shoot it through her foot to try to hit that vein
the other side been covering they ears, they tired of hearing bangs
my opps’ll even send it through the hook to try to get my gang
.223s’ll move ’em off they block, bully ball
swear these n+ggas just like dogs and cat, these n+ggas p+ssy talk
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