200$ Pop lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
I be up gettin' to this money like I can’t sleep
I be up gettin' to this money like I—
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[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I be up gettin' to this money like I hate sleep
I just bought an eight of green lean from my auntie
If you start sh*t talkin’ like us, maybe you can make it
You wanna know if the pill real as hell? Try to break it
He got a gun on him, my n*gga tryna slime him for his Drakey
It's like they love fake lean, I'm finna buy some cases
It's a switchy on this glizzy, hit the trigger, it ain't got no safety
This a GTA Glock, hit his ass, now his ass wasted
I'm a Black n*gga, love a lightskinned b*tch with some braces
This a two-hundred-dollar pop, n*gga, you can't taste it
I got Chrome Heart on, b*tch, you can't break it
You knew that b*tch pus*y stank, but you still ate it
I’ll pick Rubi Rose over Jayda Wayda
It’s a scope on ARP, I ain't gotta chase ’em
Bro'll walk your ass down like that n*gga Jason
You either gon' let me f*ck or not, I don't do relations

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Man, these n*ggas take shots from the 40 without no chaser
The boys seen the ’Cat up on the Charger, so they is not gon' chase it
Six-two with a Supercharger, this is not no basic
Slide on a n*gga with revolver, they is not gon' trace it
Raheem ain't dead, somebody shot him
Thot b*tches gave Gramz some head off a bottle
We ridin' in the car with more switches than your mama
Pull up like Loc Dog with all sticks up in the truck like, "Do we have a problem?"
f*cked the first night without a rubber, I usually have a condom
Ayy, tell me why I just popped this n*gga, wait, who you got around you?
Hittin' Targets with no mask on 'cause I'm an out-of-towner
n*ggas swear they really in the field, but they some out-of-bounders
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
My b*tch be trippin' even if I— alright
My b*tch be trippin' even if I'm with her or I'm not around her
I knew as a kid I'd be bad playin' cops and robbers
You can come and spend some money with me, I am not gon' rob you
Almost caught a b*tch n*gga trippin' tryna change his tires
Mad he was gone when I came back, I had to change the tire
n*gga ask the prices on the drank, had to change the buyer
Rite-Aid ain't have the right syrup, had to change to Meijer
Thought this lil' chick had her license, had to change the driver
Smoked a zip and poured an eight, got me cottonmouth
n*ggas talk, but ain't gon' do sh*t, just got a lot of mouth
If they pop they pus*y in the window, throw her out, that mean that they ain't got no house
f*cked a b*tch, she ate di*k all day, you had to take her out
Damn, and I heard you ate her out
Just got a pint, we just poured two fours, it's like an eight around
n*gga blowin' up my phone, I told him, "I'll give you extra if you wait around"
Went and hit a lick, kicked the door and caught 'em slippin', they was layin' down