200 P’s

[Intro]
Yeah
BandPlay, what the fuck took you so long, nigga? (Let the band play)
Yeah

[Chorus]
BandPlay got that funky shit, dope boy with that bass inside
Bought my son some Prada shoes, hardhead, don't keep the laces tied
Nappy cuts, I'm in this bitch guts, she got a lake inside
New spot with the safe inside
Just to let them faces hide
Dedicated, got a truckload, hit the road, no CDL
Soon I down this pack, give her some racks, go get your BBL
My lil' niggas CVL, bitch, I've been him since CD players
Cup on top to skate the P to scale, they wanna see me fail

[Verse]
Know this shit here crack, until they feel mе, them folks bumpin' him
New York talkin' numbers, slidе through Harlem just like Bump and them
All the bitches humpin' him
Handout tryna get some from him
Fat lil' bags with comfy Timbs, two hundred 'bows, they come from slim
This shit on me froze, I need some snow boots and a floor heater
Park the 'Vette, jump in the 'Hawk with the set in the four-seater
West Coast, meet the plug, still ain't went dry, bitch, I'm the 'bow keeper
Humble, plus I'm cocky, rich as fuck, still hang with poor people
Know I got that shit on like a newborn with the Pampers swole
Nino 'fore he snitch, pour out champagne, you know I cancel hoes
Half the batch was mad, you know I amped 'em up and got 'em sold
Honey bun went icy white professor mode, popped out the Ghost
Rest in peace to Nut, I still put down, I hate lil' killer pads
Make a store run, shot to Target, I ran out of sealer bags
We ain't what they on, tryna get rich, run up and fill a bag
Bop the Glocks, erase the numbers, scrape the side with Brillo pads
Tryna leave the streets, but this rap shit just ain't paid enough
Only problem love to pop, bruh hit my line like, "Save it up"
Push a button and raise it up
Fuck David up, they gave it up
Rumors in the streets, eat a dick whoever made it up
Pray for niggas, piss me off, I turn up, let that metal slide
Young ho got some good head, that just mean that bitch tell better lies
First class, eat some peanuts watchin' Malcom X, need better vibes
Up and down bipolar, shit ain't been the same since Deborah died

[Chorus]
BandPlay got that funky shit, dope boy with that bass inside
Bought my son some Prada shoes, hardhead, don't keep the laces tied
Nappy cuts, I'm in this bitch guts, she got a lake inside
New spot with the safe inside
Just to let them faces hide
Dedicated, got a truckload, hit the road, no CDL
Soon I down this pack, give her some racks, go get your BBL
My lil' niggas CVL, bitch, I've been him since CD players
Cup on top to skate the P to scale, they wanna see me fail