Shad Da God - 200,000 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 don't vanish (god) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I told my mama don't 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 I'd be livin' life like this? Two hundred thousand on my wrist You probably thought I couldn't buy this sh** [Verse 1: Quavo] Wrist drownin' in the water Trappin' early Tom Joyner Beat the pot, George Foreman (beat it up) J's go nuts, acornin' Look at me now, I'm soarin' Look at the lean I'm 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 ain't 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 that'll 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 that's 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 I'm servin' the J's 'Cause I'm 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 don't vanish (god) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I told my mama don't panic (mama) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I bought her heat with a dragon Two hundred thousand on my wrist Who thought I'd be livin' life like this? Two hundred thousand on my wrist You probably thought I couldn't 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 I'm 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, that's L-O-V-E Smokin' that gas like a stoner Nowadays f**in' my b**hes in threes Ayy, mirror, I'm watchin' TV Ayy, nowadays I'm on TV Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah Yeah, I just be countin' these G's 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 don't vanish (god) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I told my mama don't panic (mama) Two hundred thousand on my wrist I bought her heat with a dragon Two hundred thousand on my wrist Who thought I'd be livin' life like this? Two hundred thousand on my wrist You probably thought I couldn't 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 ain't 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 bu*ton on Make me put it on auto (spray it) Free the GOAT, that's 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