Yea, we up in this [bad word] And we ratchet

[Hook: Chevy Woods]
We fall off in the club and we two hundred deep
(All my niggas deep and we [bad word]  this [bad word] man)
50000, flip that four times, that’s two hundred G’s
(We can trap [bad word]  paper man, count it up)
Back to back, all black look like 200 Jeeps
Let’s get ratchet in this [bad word]  it’s like 200 freaks

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
If the gang up in that [bad word]  you know we turnin’ up
Let’s get ratchet in this [bad word] so that they know what’s up
It’s Rosay ‘bout the case, that’s just to pass the time
Oh you don’t like that [bad word]  so now you wanna drop it down
Pull up with Tuki, callin’ Juicy, it’s about that time
Well you brought that cash first and that’s the bottom line
200 strong, 200 beat
200 bands, it’s time to eat
Okay, here go my [bad word] flow
They can’t see me, I’m nuts so
I was pickin’ up like Pat Tranz cuz the fiends [bad word]  in bus loads
Get it off tonight, that’s all I thought [bad word] try me, see a red dot
Then it’s no sound, these are headshots
If you think it’s funny, that’s red fox
Tryna chill tonight, better keep me cool
Or it’s head not, they know what to do
You don’t know me, I don’t know you
You can’t crack a bottle, can’t hit the dude
Better act right when you see these wolves
Cuz they see you and they smell food
No AC, no ceiling fan, no VDS’s, I’m so cool

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I ain’t goin’ back to Bein broke, [bad word] I got made
I’ma stay smokin’, stunt sippin’ ‘til I’m in my grave
Anything that I want, homie Juicy J gone spin it
I’m in love with a stripper, she in love with my riches
I turned nothing into stuntin’, beatin’ into bumpin’
Throw money in the club, [bad word]  bad hoes from humpin’
Hate niggas doin’ bad while I hit their back with bags
Trippin’ man don’t hit no Reggie, super sain in the Zak
That’s some [bad word] you never had, I see why you niggas mad
Keep on talkin’ all that trash, my young [bad word] ride down and blast
They dump off your [bad word] [bad word] and for free
You throw one Ferrari? Now I can buy three

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
My swag is on, 3000
What the [bad word] am I doin’?
I’m paper-cakin’ like what you do before baby making? I’m fresh
I make it happen, I have to make it, so I create it
I rap and tap and I smoke this weed until I’m sedated
I’m catching all of these flights [bad word]  I’m in your city
Catchin’ all of these hoes and I bet the [bad word] is pretty
I ain’t spendin’ a dime ho, pimpin’ all of my money, [bad word] In the club the hoes are wild enough to go around and call that book
I move around like ultrasound, the [bad word] I bounce you down and now she hook
I turnt her up they turnt her out
That’s the [bad word] that I’m about
Taylor Gang is in the house, smell the weed, the bottle’s out
Your [bad word] is gon and she’s with us
Your [bad word] is gon and she’s with us
Chevy over there bangn’
Juicy over there trippy
Five shots that gin
Five shots that [bad word] here spendin’, I’m baked out of my mind
Nate bossin’ more women, we caked off a straight grind [bad word]