200 Ways lyrics

[Intro: Poppa Got Bandz]
Nor flinch, put your face on the 'Gram
Don't move nor flinch, put your face on the 'Gram
Mm
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Poppa Got Bandz]
Don't move nor flinch, put your face on the 'Gram
Snatch his chain, take his watch, take his waist panty down
Catch them n*ggas posted up partyin', clear that b*tch out
Found out she f*ckin' PB, you punched her in her mouth
Yeah, I know how your b*tch told me how you get physical
But every time we slide through, you never let your pistol blow
Kickin' [?] Air Force soles
Bum b*tches I don't pay, I stay from near those

[Verse 2: Poppa Got Bandz & DaBoii]
All the 9s fully, don't forget about the .40s
My young n*ggas donkeys, they'll f*ck over your homies
Now we doin' hella [?] 'causе it's bands on him
You ain't gon' f*ck sh*t over, on your dead homies
Oh, hе throw the 2s down? f*ckin' put some lead on him
Hit the pus*y so good, baby got the bed sunkin'
Neck shot, face shot, tryna leave his head open
Hella strikers, baby A's, and fully Glocks when we be slidin'
40 Water, this b*tch flooded
Brodie said it's perfect timin'
"D-Boii, where you been?" b*tch, I don't know, b*tch, I been ridin'
n*gga callin' for his b*tch, told that n*gga come and find her
Said you smokin' on my brother, he ain't even did that
n*gga flexin' in the club, he'll get his wrist snatched
Suckers dissin' in them songs, come and get some get-back
[Verse 3: Poppa Got Bandz]
Off a honey pack hittin' honey, broke the b*tch back
Got in a lil' turn, n*ggas came back sad
Tried to steal home baby, but lil' buddy wasn't fast
[?], them other n*ggas show licks
n*ggas [?] got it spankin' oldheads
Every time we get a taxi call, we off no meds
More bands, more bodies, y'all got more dead friends
Switched up on PG, we used to come often

[Verse 4: DaBoii]
Yeah, got the drop on them n*ggas, told Pop I'm all in
Sayin' he the biggest shark, n*gga, you a craw then
b*tches on me in the club and I ain't even walk in
.45 turn a dreadhead to a baldhead
Broke b*tch on my line askin' can she hold ten
And I had to laugh that sh*t off, I wouldn't buy that b*tch a burger
b*tch run off with the back, then I'm Mike, she Tina Turner
Throw the wrong sh*t up, then he gon' get his ass murdered
Auntie want some pills, ain't gon' lie, had to serve her
Omarion with the Glock, up my hammer, then I serve it
n*ggas know what I bang, n*ggas know where we hang
I ain't talkin' 'bout no brush, we take souls when we paint
Why you hit that b*tch raw? Boy, you know that it stank
And I'm good with the [?], felt like four to his brain
[Verse 5: Poppa Got Bandz]
Bounced out with no skeezy like, "f*ck this lil' fame"
I rob n*ggas and break b*tches, why the f*ck would I sell eighths?
Rap check comin' in too, sh*t, life great
They just wanted two tapes, I turned down 40K
Like, we ain't here for a hundred-twenty K four ways
n*ggas playin' the f*ck out of Kraze like we ain't havin' pape'
n*gga dissin' in these songs like we ain't jumpin' out these straights
And we ain't puttin' belt to ass with both baby A's and K's (Yeah)

[Verse 6: DaBoii]
Like we ain't puttin' belt to ass with them glickos
I don't shoot dice, bet a ten in the casino
Callin' up the b*tch late at night like, "It's me, ho"
I ain't givin' sh*t in this b*tch but some free smoke
Yeah, I count a hundred three times, we ain't equal
Try to get the spot, I get to knockin' through the peephole
Lookin' for a cute thick b*tch for me to breathe on
Them n*ggas time comin', be patient, it won't long (Put that on the gang)