Dj ferris n**a this chicago n**a nigga
Uh uh uh uh
This two hundred the whip
That b**h ain't nothing to hit
Mike amiri the skinny's all
Blue benz won't number lip
Better know i got one on hip
Better know it's one in the mail
And
Three times feeling the stick and the switch
Real drink and we smoke real sour b**h
Don't worry about how i got it
This my real car b**h i wanted to
Back then i heard real pop
And we ain't never caught no peace
We b**h we killed us
Uh on a n**a cross us i'm touched
A million f**d up got a back run up
A billion high speed chases
F**k is a villain like i ain't made it
I be tripping i be tripping
I can't leave without who i came with
I got money tell me to change
Now i'm on that same shit
Born to care for the same shit
And they tryna put another case
I'm here for a n**a chain b**h
But that lawyer paid b**h
Uh this two hundred the whip
That b**h ain't nothin' to hit
Mike amiri the skinny's all blue benz
No number lip
Better know i got one on hip
Better know it's one in the mail
And three times feelin' the stick
In the switch
And we sip real drink and we smoke real zah
B**h don't worry about how i got it
This my real car
'cause i wanted to f**k back then
I had real pot
I had real pot
And we ain't never caught no peace
We b**h we killed ops let's get it
B**h i'm richer than my ops
And they biggest homies
Yeah all these niggas act like bitches
Definition of it
Uh keep my pistol on me
Uh pop his top be phony
Uh uh cut that glock like kitchen boom
Uh who she f**k she told me
Uh uh play the opps inside the club
While we in here
Just don't do that hit it
Everybody else except for us
To ask the stupid raw wave
I down broad day you a diner ooh
F**k the opps they tired of snoozin'
F**k the opps they tired of snooze
You talkin' 'bout weirdo h**s
Y'all h**s share y'all clothes
We do our h**s touch they toes let's get it
She say don't tell her brothers no
I say no one knows no one knows
All of my bust down rolls
Let's roll you in a strike of pose
Pose you love them type of
H**s let's go
Uh it's two hundred the whip
Yeah she want two hundred to hit
Let's get it i f**k off my name
I'm slick what that n**a a lame
He snitched yeah just stay in your lane
We rich we rich that one opp lame and shit
That one opp lame b**h yeah
Uh this two hundred the whip
That b**h ain't nothin' to hit
Mike amiri the skinny's all
Blue benz no number lip
I got one
On
Him
F**k back then i had real pot
I had real pot
And we ain't never caught no peace
We b**h we kill ours
We kill ours kill ours kill ours
B**h we kill ours
Go go b**h we kill