Wheezy - 200,000

Song Rating: 7.55/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro: Quavo]
Yuhhh ayy, yuh, yuh
Ayy, yuh yuh

[Hook: Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These n***as be talkin policin (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it dont vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama dont panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred)
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred)
Who thought Id be livin life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldnt buy this sh**

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Wrist drownin in the water
Trappin early Tom Joyner
Beat the pot, George Foreman (beat it up)
Js go nuts, acornin
Look at me now, Im soarin
Look at the lean Im pourin
Come get your ho, she annoyin
We toss her up like a coin
24 hours, geekin on a tower
Shootin at you cowards
Cause my wrist two hundred thousand
If a n***a try to take it
I swear to god he aint gon make it
Back to the bando, the basics
Seein green numbers, the Matrix
Look at that boy with the ice on
Catching plays Jerry Rice on me
I know n***as thatll get you n***a
If a n***a put the right price on it
Remember the days on the northside
Hit for a rack on the dice homie
Now I take the mic and stand on the stage
I p-p-p-pipe on it
And if you lookin at me wrong
I got some n***as thats right on em
All these flawless stones
I bet your hoe gon bite on em
Smokin this gas get rid of the pain
You might think I got Glaucoma
n***as might think Im servin the Js
Cause Im walkin with these rocks on me

[Hook: Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These n***as be talkin policin (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it dont vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama dont panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Who thought Id be livin life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist


You probably thought I couldnt buy this sh**

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
White diamonds on my neck
White diamonds on my fist
I just got a white b**h
And she whippin up the brick
In the trap my car, yeah it got that motor
I do not want that lil b**h
If that b**h is really not on mind, deep throat
Ayy, told that b**h eat out my oldest
She stick that dick en la boc
I just be pitchin her Raf like Im floatin
Mixin the lean with cream soda (yeah)
Young n***a but my money gettin older, ayy
Look at these b**hes, they tellin on me
Run my lil b**h, she like So what?
Look at my money, thats L-O-V-E
Smokin that gas like a stoner
Nowadays f**in my b**hes in threes
Ayy, mirror, Im watchin TV
Ayy, nowadays Im on TV
Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah
Yeah, I just be countin these Gs
Yeah, I feel like I am so beast
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys

[Hook: Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These n***as be talkin policin (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it dont vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama dont panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Who thought Id be livin life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldnt buy this sh**

[Verse 3: Shad Da God]
Hundred thousand on my wrist
Bustin at you, lil b**h
I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake
I just poured a lil six (that mud)
I be lettin a bag go for Blake
32 and that 6 (Blake Griffin)
They be feelin like Rico
Why you aint called me on that?
I serve you out the backdoor
n***a I serve you out the window
(I serve you out the window)
I serve you out the front door
n***a I serve you out the car door
Laid back like OGG
200,000 on auto
Carbon 15 with the button on
Make me put it on auto (spray it)
Free the GOAT, thats Roscoe
We gon still be at the top though
Member we was on the block though
Hundred rounds and a Glock though
Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
Stayed down all my motherf**in life, it was worth it

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 05:10