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200 on the dash - zaybang lyrics

[intro]
huh?
n*gga
i be tryna shoot to k!ll 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’ k!ll 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 k!ll 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’ k!ll 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 h*llcat 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’ k!ll 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)

- zaybang lyrics

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