AB$tRACT - twohundred (feat. chosen) Lyrics

I got shooters on me, bitch, I'm on one
I got shooters on me, bitch, they posted up
I got straps all on me, bitch, I'm posted up
You ain't got no money, bitch, I'm simple as f*ck
Yeah, shawty come over said she tryna f*ck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm posted up
Bitch, I'm posted up
Bitch, I'm makin' money till the sun up
I smoke all that gas, I fill my lungs up
I ain't in a band, but I'm drummed up, yeah
I drink all that lean until I'm hung up, yeah
What's that on my body it's Valentino, yeah
Shawty comin over, she give me deepthroat, yeah
I got a bad bitch from Puerto Rico, yeah
You ain't got no money, bitch, we know, yeah
Bitch, I catch a bag like Ocho Cinco
That lil' bitch easy like a free throw
My life like a movie Tarantino
Bitch, I throw a dime like Dan Marino
Grindin' for a month, bitch, I go stupid
Lil' bitch give me brain until she stupid
Yeah, I shot my shot, I feel like Cupid
Smokin' on that gas until I'm zooted
Bitch, we posted in a trap
Tryna take off ya hat, tryna take your bro off the map
We in East Atlanta, If you tryna find out where we at
Bitch, you f*ckin' lackin, lackin
Shawty comin' home, she tryna back it on me
Shawty comin' home, she think I'm f*ckin' for free
This bitch head too good I think her ass got a degree
It's twohundred degrees, huh, This bitch on her knees, huh
I got all these hoes, huh, I got these hoes on they knees, huh
I'm shootin out that chopper, huh, I put blood on the leaves, huh
He said I ain gon do shit till he got put on a tee