Two Hundred (Explicit) - Chevy Woods/Juicy J/Tuki Carter

Yea we up in this b**ch

And we ride sh*t

We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep

All my niggas deep

And we motherf**king this b**ch man

50000 flip that four times that's two hundred G's

(We can trap motherf**king paper man count it up)

Back to back all black look like 200 Jeeps

Let's get ratchet in this b**ch it's like 200 freaks

If the gang up in that b**ch

You know we turning up

Let's get ratchet in this b**ch

So that they know what's up

It's Rosay about the case that's just to pass the time

Oh you don't like that sh*t

So now you wanna drop it down

Pull up with Tuki calling Juicy

It's about that time

Well you brought that cash first

And that's the bottom line

200 strong 200 beat

200 bands it's time to eat

Okay here go my junk flow

They can't see me I'm nuts so

I was picking up like Pat Tranz

Cause the fiends was coming in bus loads

Get it off tonight that's all I thought

Ni**a try me see a red dot

Then it's no sound these are headshots

If you think it's funny that's red f**ks

Tryna chill tonight better keep me cool

Or it's head not they know what to do

You don't know me I don't know you

You can't crack a bottle can't hit the dude

Better act right when you see these wolves

Cause they see you and they smell food

No AC no silaphan no VDS's I'm so cool

We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep

50000 flip that four times that's two hundred G's

Back to back all black look like 200 Jeeps

Let's get ratchet in this b**ch it's like 200 freaks

I ain't going back to Ben Row b**ch I got amide

I'm a stay smoking stunt sipping till I'm in my grave

Anything that I want homie Juicy J gon spin it

I'm in love with a stripper

She in love with my riches

I turned nothing into stunting

Beating into bumping

Throw money in the club

F**king bad hoes from humping

Hate niggas doing bad

While I hit their back with bags

Tripping man don't hit no Reggie

Super sayan in the Zak

That's some sh*t you never had

I see why you niggas mad

Keep on talking all that trash

My young ni**a ride down and blast

They dump off your a** sh*t and for free

You throw one Ferrari

Now I can buy three

We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep

50000 flip that four times that's two hundred G's

Back to back all black look like 200 Jeeps

Let's get ratchet in this b**ch it's like 200 freaks

My swag is on 3000

What the f**k am I doing

I'm paper-caking like what you do before baby making

I'm fresh

I make it happen I have to make it so I create it

I rap and tap and I smoke this w**d until I'm sedated

I'm catching all of these flights

B**ch I'm in your city

Catching up with these hoes

And I bet the b**ches is pretty

I ain't spending a dime hoe

Pimping all of my money ni**a

In the club the hoes are wild enough to go around

And call that book

I move around like ultrasound

The b**ch I bounce you down and now she hook

I turnt her up they turnt her out

That's the sh*t that I'm about

Taylor Gang is in the house

Smell the w**d the bottle's out

Your b**ch is gun and she's with us

Your b**ch is gun and she's with us

Chevy over there bang

Juicy over there trippy

Five soking that gin

Five soking that gin

Rumors here spending

I'm baked out of my mind

Nate bossing more women

We caked off a straight grind ni**a

We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep

50000 flip that four times that's two hundred G's

Back to back all black look like 200 Jeeps

Let's get ratchet in this b**ch it's like 200 freaks