Two Hundred Lyrics - Gangland - Chevy Woods

Yea, we up in this bitch 

And we ratchet 

We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep 

(All my niggas deep and we motherfuckin' this bitch man) 

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

(We can trap motherfuckin' paper man, count it up) 

Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps 

Let's get ratchet in this bitch, it's like 200 freaks 

If the gang up in that bitch, you know we turnin' up 

Let's get ratchet in this bitch so that they know what's up 

It's Rosay 'bout the case, that's just to pass the time 

Oh you don't like that shit, so now you wanna drop it down 

Pull up with Tuki, callin' 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 drunk flow 

They can't see me, I'm nuts so 

I was pickin' up like Pat Tranz cuz the fiends was comin' in bus loads 

Get it off tonight, that's all I thought 

Nigga try me, see a red dot 

Then it's no sound, these are headshots 

If you think it's funny, that's red fox 

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 

Cuz they see you and they smell food 

No AC, no ceiling fan, no VDS's, I'm so cool 

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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 bitch, it's like 200 freaks 

I ain't goin' back to Bein broke, bitch I got made 

I'ma stay smokin', stunt sippin' 'til I'm in my grave 

Anything that I want, homie Juicy J gone spin it 

I'm in love with a stripper, she in love with my riches 

I turned nothing into stuntin', beatin' into bumpin' 

Throw money in the club, fuckin' bad hoes from humpin' 

Hate niggas doin' bad while I hit their back with bags 

Trippin' man don't hit no Reggie, super sain in the Zak 

That's some shit you never had, I see why you niggas mad 

Keep on talkin' all that trash, my young nigga ride down and blast 

They dump off your ass shit and for free 

You throw one Ferrari? Now I can buy three 

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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 bitch, it's like 200 freaks 

My swag is on, 3000 

What the fuck am I doin'? 

I'm paper-cakin' 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 weed until I'm sedated 

I'm catching all of these flights 

Bitch, I'm in your city 

Catchin' all of these hoes and I bet the bitches is pretty 

I ain't spendin' a dime ho, pimpin' all of my money, nigga 

In the club the hoes are wild enough to go around and call that book 

I move around like ultrasound, the bitch I bounce you down and now she hook 

I turnt her up they turnt her out 

That's the shit that I'm about 

Taylor Gang is in the house, smell the weed, the bottle's out 

Your bitch is gon and she's with us 

Your bitch is gon and she's with us 

Chevy over there bangn' 

Juicy over there trippy 

Five shots that gin 

Five shots that gin 

Rumors here spendin', I'm baked out of my mind 

Nate bossin' more women, we caked off a straight grind nigga 

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 bitch, it's like 200 freaks