Rapture 4D - 200 Bags lyrics

[Verse 1: MIK] Yeah, I was in the trap, chilling with hoes One named Miley, one named Cyrus One named Amber, one named Rose 200 bags all up in her nose I was in the yard chilling with slags One named Patsy, one named Maxi One named Kirsty, one named Kat 200 bags all over the racks I was in the pub chilling with lads One named Peter, one named Pat One named Michael, one named Max 200 bags fell on my lap I was in the rave, chilling with dons One named Myth, one named Tom One named Ghost, one named Writer 200 bags all over the song I was on the curb chilling with nerds One named Simon, one named Kirk One named Alex, one named Ferg 200 bags, made 200 birds I was in the whip, chilling with stars One named Jack, one named Mason One named Rapture, one named Kahn 200 bags came in from far I was in the lab chilling with Gs One named Cheddar, one named Cheese One named Hundred, one named Kis 200 bags all under my sleeve I was in the ends chilling with friends One named Roma, one named Ben One named ACE, one named Jen 200 bags, put it out in tens [Hook: Grim Sickers & MIK] Yeah, you're f**ing mad Anything I spit is 100 Zs Nah, anything I spit is 100 bags Put some serious work in the dad Yeah, juggling racks Don't make sense if you don't get it back Anything I say is 100 kis Double up quick, get 100 back [Verse 2: Grim Sickers] 1p don with his 1p flows Apple will burst when I grip his throat Doctor or nurse, cut him out of his clothes If I send man's soul to a f**ing ghost Turn the whole ting Raoul f**ing Moat One for the flow pa**ed on by the spirits Two for the aura pa**ed on by the wizards Don't fidget, I'm livid, I'll take it, I'll flick it, I'll twist it Don't gimmick, I'm wicked, I'll stick it, you're finished, off-limits in minutes Spin man around ten times in a row Spin man around like Kylie Minogue Where did he come from? Where did he go? Man turn the whole ting into Cotton Eyed Joe Can't take Grim for a likkle man yout Now I've got body parts all in my car boot Car stinking of Febreze won't do At this rate, need a new car soon Turn the whole ting Floyd/Manny part two Shut the f** up, who the f** asked you? Kick him on the floor, man, till he can't move I'm moving loose like [?] juice Best mind what you get yourself deep into Taxi, swerving, backstreet, casually, actually Might wanna win like Belasie Serve and tan, got snitched by a fa**y Couldn't make it any more clearer Trip man out with the shards [?] Back off, don't come one step nearer Put four in your back like Viera f** that, put nine in his back like Shearer Catch him at the wheel, blood soaking interior [Hook: MIK & Grim Sickers] Yeah, juggling racks Don't make sense if you don't get it back Anything I say is 100 kis Double up quick, get 100 back Yeah, you're f**ing mad Anything I spit is 100 Zs Nah, anything I spit is 100 bags Put some serious work in the dad