200 Thou Lyrics
Yeah, walkin’ through the mall
Ginseng
Walkin’ in the mall
Ho, bitch, yeah
I got two hundred on me, walked through the mall and this shit started lookin’ like a bitch
She said she celibate, came to my room and I ended up turning that ho to a freak
I put my wrists in the ocean, the water, I poured it, [?]
You be the dock, yeah niggas know on my body, I walk in the spot like a beast
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I need some Wock’, walk in the spot
Can’t stay too long or I make this shit hot
They knowing me everywhere that I go
I fucked a bitch then I paid for her toes
I got Dior from my head to my toe
Margiela, Margiela I put on a coat
Drank 42 now she askin’ for [?]
I’m goin’ psycho, I’m goin’ psycho
I be on shrooms but I’m still gon’ recycle
Walk like a goat got me feelin’ like [?]
Walk in the bag, money look like a typo
I told her, nah baby them commas is real
Flirt with her [?] off a pill
I kick my feet up and then crack a seal
I’m really rich, living like this for real
Say the wrong thing and I swear you get popped
In TSA with a Xan’ in my sock
Look like a rainbow, got all color dot
Nigga can’t stand me ’cause I flex and pop
Pink diamonds on me they hit like a rock
Bitch I’m a monster, I can not be stopped
Never got shot so his cherry got popped
[?] different dracos on the yacht
I got two hundred on me, walked through the mall and this shit started lookin’ like a bitch
She said she celibate, came to my room and I ended up turning that ho to a freak
I put my wrists in the ocean, the water, I poured it, [?]
You be the dock, yeah niggas know on my body, I walk in the spot like a beast
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
Bitch I’m a dog off a leash
I’m in a tub with three hoes and you know they all freaks
And I got Marni on me
I’m a walk down, shoot it up, and not guilty my plea
Walk in a suit, Prada my boots
Fuckin’ that bitch and I kick her out too
I break her back and then pass her a blue
41mm my AP, all of these bitches they wanna fuck me
35 thousand baguettes on my teeth
She fuck with me ’cause she say you a creep
