200 on the Dash lyrics

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

[Chorus]
It's two hundred on the dash, this a fast whip
I give a f*ck about your ex, that n*gga past tense
I love this n*gga baby mama, she a bad b*tch
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? b*tch, these ain't cheap
And you ain't even got no strap, we on your street
This n*gga never took no trip, you got cold feet

[Verse 1]
I be tryna shoot to kill while my n*ggas slidin'
And we ain't really know who did it when my n*gga 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*ggas sick
This baby eight the only thing I'm finna babysit
He told you he don't f*ck with Zay, but n*ggas want a pic'
She feel like since I got some money, I play hard to get
I swear I had to tell this b*tch like, "Ho, this really me"
You probably seen me to the neck, but I was twenty deep
Your favorite rapper, he a b*tch, I had him showin' feet
I swear these n*ggas make me sick, I'm finna quarantine (n*gga)
I'm tired of standin' on my feet if they ain't finna pay me
This b*tch ain't tryna get no money, she just want a baby
If n*gga snitchin', n*gga snitchin', ain't no way to save him
And when we pull up, we got shooters like the f*ckin' Navy
[Chorus]
It's two hundred on the dash, this a fast whip
I give a f*ck about your ex, that n*gga past tense
I love this n*gga baby mama, she a bad b*tch
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? b*tch, these ain't cheap
And you ain't even got no strap, we on your street
This n*gga 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 f*ckin' family, we don't do the friends
I like Supreme top to bottom, that's how n*ggas comin'
Five hundred thousand dollars later, I can't [?] for nothin'
See, I just left up out they 'jects, b*tch, 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*ggas 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 b*tch, 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, b*tch, I'm in the town
And tell that n*gga stand up so we could sit him down
[Chorus]
It's two hundred on the dash, this a fast whip
I give a f*ck about your ex, that n*gga past tense
I love this n*gga baby mama, she a bad b*tch
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? b*tch, these ain't cheap
And you ain't even got no strap, we on your street
This n*gga never took no trip, you got cold feet (Ayy, b*tch n*gga)