[Intro]
Huh?
N***a
I be tryna shoot to kill while my n***as slidin'
On my mama, n***a
Huh? Look

[Chorus]
It's two hundred on the dash, this a fast whip
I give a fuck about your ex, that n***a past tense
I love this n***a baby mama, she a bad bitch
Said he gon' kill me when he catch me up in traffic
Me umbrella dropped a six, but I can't sleep
Why would I tell you what I paid? Bitch, these ain't cheap
And you ain't even got no strap, we on your street
This n***a never took no trip, you got cold feet

[Verse 1]
I be tryna shoot to kill while my n***as slidin'
And we ain't really know who did it when my n***a died
I heard you function with them suckers, we on different times
When they was sellin' drank in Gerbers, we was sippin' lines
You see me jump up in my bag, I got n***as sick
This baby eight the only thing I'm finna babysit
He told you he don't fuck with Zay, but n***as want a pic'
She feel like since I got some money, I play hard to get
I swear I had to tell this bitch like, "Ho, this really me"
You probably seen me to the neck, but I was twenty deep
Your favorite rapper, he a bitch, I had him showin' feet
I swear these n***as make me sick, I'm finna quarantine (N***a)
I'm tired of standin' on my feet if they ain't finna pay me
This bitch ain't tryna get no money, she just want a baby
If n***a snitchin', n***a snitchin', ain't no way to save him
And when we pull up, we got shooters like the fuckin' Navy
[Chorus]
It's two hundred on the dash, this a fast whip
I give a fuck about your ex, that n***a past tense
I love this n***a baby mama, she a bad bitch
Said he gon' kill me when he catch me up in traffic
Me umbrella dropped a six, but I can't sleep
Why would I tell you what I paid? Bitch, these ain't cheap
And you ain't even got no strap, we on your street
This n***a never took no trip, you got cold feet

[Verse 2]
I threw my piece up on the Cuban, let him see me dance
Another Cuban on my wrist, him and Carti friends
That red key a Hellcat or I could do the Benz
It's 08 the fuckin' family, we don't do the friends
I like Supreme top to bottom, that's how n***as comin'
Five hundred thousand dollars later, I can't [?] for nothin'
See, I just left up out they 'jects, bitch, this Jag' runnin'
And I ain't tryna take no trip unless this bag comin'
See, I'd never say no names 'cause these n***as know
I heard they broke up in they feelings, they can't up the score
This five thousand all blues, I did another show
I see you lovin' on that bitch, she's just another ho
And she be tryna give me Percs so I could beat it down
If you ain't trippin' with your strap, then you can't come around
If you don't see me in the city, bitch, I'm in the town
And tell that n***a stand up so we could sit him down
[Chorus]
It's two hundred on the dash, this a fast whip
I give a fuck about your ex, that n***a past tense
I love this n***a baby mama, she a bad bitch
Said he gon' kill me when he catch me up in traffic
Me umbrella dropped a six, but I can't sleep
Why would I tell you what I paid? Bitch, these ain't cheap
And you ain't even got no strap, we on your street
This n***a never took no trip, you got cold feet (Ayy, bitch n***a)