200$ Pop

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] I be up gettin' to this money like I can't sleep I be up gettin' to this money like I— (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz] I be up gettin' to this money like I hate sleep I just bought an eight of green lean from my auntie If you start shit talkin' like us, maybe you can make it You wanna know if the pill real as hell? Try to break it He got a gun on him, my nigga tryna slime him for his Drakey It's like they love fake lean, I'm finna buy some cases It's a switchy on this glizzy, hit the trigger, it ain't got no safety This a GTA Glock, hit his ass, now his ass wasted I'm a Black nigga, love a lightskinned bitch with some braces This a two-hundred-dollar pop, nigga, you can't taste it I got Chrome Heart on, bitch, you can't break it You knew that bitch pussy stank, but you still ate it I'll pick Rubi Rose over Jayda Wayda It's a scope on ARP, I ain't gotta chase 'em Bro'll walk your ass down like that nigga Jason You either gon' let me fuck or not, I don't do relations [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] Man, these niggas take shots from the 40 without no chaser The boys seen the 'Cat up on the Charger, so they is not gon' chase it Six-two with a Supercharger, this is not no basic Slide on a nigga with revolver, they is not gon' trace it Raheem ain't dead, somebody shot him Thot bitches gave Gramz some head off a bottle We ridin' in the car with more switches than your mama Pull up like Loc Dog with all sticks up in the truck like, "Do we have a problem?" Fucked the first night without a rubber, I usually have a condom Ayy, tell me why I just popped this nigga, wait, who you got around you? Hittin' Targets with no mask on 'cause I'm an out-of-towner Niggas swear they really in the field, but they some out-of-bounders [Verse 3: GrindHard E] My bitch be trippin' even if I— alright My bitch be trippin' even if I'm with her or I'm not around her I knew as a kid I'd be bad playin' cops and robbers You can come and spend some money with me, I am not gon' rob you Almost caught a bitch nigga trippin' tryna change his tires Mad he was gone when I came back, I had to change the tire Nigga ask the prices on the drank, had to change the buyer Rite-Aid ain't have the right syrup, had to change to Meijer Thought this lil' chick had her license, had to change the driver Smoked a zip and poured an eight, got me cottonmouth Niggas talk, but ain't gon' do shit, just got a lot of mouth If they pop they pussy in the window, throw her out, that mean that they ain't got no house Fucked a bitch, she ate dick all day, you had to take her out Damn, and I heard you ate her out Just got a pint, we just poured two fours, it's like an eight around Nigga blowin' up my phone, I told him, "I'll give you extra if you wait around" Went and hit a lick, kicked the door and caught 'em slippin', they was layin' down