Ten Dixon - 200 Bags (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Grim Sickers] Yeah, 200 bags, best hear what I said I put 200 bags on an MC's head 200 Grim, 200 Sickers Got 200 gash all over my oh 200 bags, back that to my backbone Clash your f**ing crew on my Jack Jones Jacked for your stack, get jacked for your trap phone Talking crud, God knows that I mean it [?] man through the top floor ceiling Poke man up till his skin's all anaemic Blood on the wall like I just missed a free kick Never clocked out, never had no rest day Fly kick an MC off his segway Fly kick a man all over the estate Hands in the air, best do what I say so Leave your MC [?] flat in the main road So much greaze coming out of his cake hole Bodybag Sickers all over the gravestone Send to the sky with Eddie Guerrero Send to the sky with Chris Benoit Leg drop man like Hogan Hulk Must've thought Grim was one sick joke I'll be raining showerman bars till I go and I'm Smoking bags, that's two-double-O [Verse 2: So Large] I'll go bad on your crew All that hype chat, you're frightening who? Better not slip when I'm sliding through Bringing them dead lines to who? Sickers told me "bring a hundred bags" I said "Grim, f** that, I'll times it by two" Looking out for the swine in my rear-view I was bail for about five months Same way I was providing food Big food like I'm dining for two I'm not part of the signing-on crew I'm the one consigning man food Dem other grime crews dere are inferior I find dem boys dere hilarious Rentals in your sh** videos You can't even afford a Gilera I'll run 'em down like [?] Wicked chat, I can't hear that Have it with [?], I double-dare ya You think you've got heart? I'll pierce that Brang the title back to my area [?] king nowhere near ya Crown on my head, know say I wwear that If you try reach for it, piere shot [Verse 3: Kozzie] Yeah, man Yeah, man, yeah, man, yeah, man "Kozzie, you're big in this ting", yeah, man Daytime radio, it's not fair, fam What? Them donnies wanna be like me Wanna wear a Rolex, wanna flex like me In and out of the country getting that P Eff a taxman, he can never tax me I'm zoning out I don't know about trouts Zoot in my mouth with the Dragon Stout Yeah, I've been doing my time Fresh shape-up, man'll ruin his trim Pump up, tone up, weights in the gym Never that, my G, Kozzie is slim Every time I write a new bar, it's sick Every time you write a new bar, fam, it gets binned I was in the ends with P, making that, G You wanna clash me? Then show me the P Like how you did P book a flight on [?] Ammi that I got, fam, reeks f** an indirect tweet, I'll be out on the streets Backpack full of that weed And I've got the swammy on me [Verse 4: Mez] One bag, two bags, three bag, four If you wanna book me on the dancefloor Go to the rave, going on raw If you're fifty bags, I'm times four One bag, two bags, three bag, four If you wanna book me on the dancefloor Go to the rave, going on raw If you're fifty bags, I'm times four Yo, you look like say you was a score Hold like a ten bag draw Man wanna chat about war [?] like say it was three bills Like it was a PlayStation 4 Had a lot of fun on the Kano tour But I ain't raving more I just wanna shell down more Fifty bags times four when I touch the ground floor Two-double-O, t-two-double-O bags If you wanna book me in a dancehall You go to a rave, everybody cancels I lock off the rave, everyting cancelled Lit, man are like "Mez, you're a G" You don't wanna jump in a war with me Got a new ting for your wifeys, n***as And it's called two hundred bags from me [Verse 5: Madders] I've been 200 bagging while dem man are f*gging it 1p dons tryna par and I ain't having it Tell a girl to shut up when [?] it Five months in the scene, I really got the hang of it Well, I really took the mick Cause no one ever thought that I would get nang at it And did you know that your boy's tryna get inside of Tiff? None of that, you really need to put a ban on it Ban on it, ban on it, I'll put a ban on it Hottest in the game? I'll even get your Nan on it 'Nuff man are breading it, Hovis ganging it You're there winging it, I'm there k**ing it Cause you didn't even know what I'm really like Sometimes Jekyll, sometimes Hyde Sometimes psycho, sometimes kind 200 bags, I'm all up on my grind And I was in the bits chilling with guys One named Nico, one named Capo Didn't wanna try, try it with I You are not wise, see a man get liff 200 bags, I'm addicted to this And you need to be smarter with Tiff I put my heart into this, and I will not lie You will get written off real quick [Verse 6: Row D] It's Row D But it's not everyday shouting I get the pounds in and get the loudest Places I go, some of you ain't allowed in Might have an ounce in my trousers Still get around with the bouncers, Row D's about it Looking for what gets found in the mountain I threw a pound in a fountain and made a wish That I would make it big And go from the pounds to the thousands Need an accountant to count it They tried leave a man out and they doubted Now I'm the one man are speaking about in their houses Lord of the Mics 7 ain't even out yet Mandem are speaking about it XP got deleted and looked worn out like an outfit And I've got my name on the wall of the dungeon Locked down radio all over London Man try calling my name, then I bun them I get respect from all of the game, well, the real ones I don't talk to the fakes, f** them I don't talk to the jakes, f** them Man wanna war me again? Come, then [Verse 7: Ten Dixon] Weave it Cause you know man are gonna jump on the remix Duppy and believe like you can't believe it Leave it You better bob and weave it Cause you know man are gonna jump on the remix Duppy and believe like you can't believe it Shellage Oh my days, it's Tennage Jump on the set and you know I'll Mez it Ninja Turtle, man's gonna shred it Going on rags Tell a promoter I want eight bags No Ps for the show? Then you must be mad Money upfront like I work in a bank WAVE Money upfront like I work in a bank Give me that sh** or no bars getting spat Don't piss me off 'bout "Tennage, you relax" Fix up Splashing five bags in the strip club Could've been out here getting my dick s**ed But I'm like "nah, my D, that's a mix-up" Brand new swag when I switched up Yeah, I'm on the remix, come get your bricks up Dem man are stunting all for the Insta Knock man down, you'll be screaming "timber" WAVE