200 Lyrics

200, I'm doin the dash

Speed off, my foot on the gas

Push to start, no keys needed I'm on they ass, no goin' back

Red zone, that speed needle a Speed demon, I know they mad

They fucked up, cause I'm up I'm at the bank with bags of cash

SRTs ain't shit to me

Trackhawks, Durango Jeeps

Like GTRs, expensive cars Them foreign whips just cool to me

New exhausts with twin turbos that flame purple like O.G. Lean

Same niggas who walks with me The same ones who earned they keys

Pullin' up, my engine roarin' Scat pack, my windows tinted

Lame niggas stay in my mentions bad bitches, they know I'm winnin

Bought it out, no need for rentin

Seen the opps, that blitz I'm sendin

Beam em up like Tyler Blevins

Lucky day, no triple sevens

Yeah, yeah, okay That pink slip, don't hate

New Bugatti or new Ferrari Don't really care, less race

Pullin' up that platinum card Just for the money I chase

Speed demon said, fuck the cops I brought em on that chase

(Vroom) I race to the cash

Skrrt skrrt I drift to the bag

True jeans, they on my ass

Not a scholar, but I'm skippin' class

First flight, that's in the morning I take that bitch to LAX

I'm a star, that's in the making But only God knows what is next

200, I'm doin' a dash

Speed off, my foot on the gas

Push to start, no keys needed I'm on they ass, no goin' back

Red zone, that speed needle a Speed demon, I know they mad

They fucked up, cause I'm up I'm at the bank with bags of cash

SRTs ain't shit to me

Trackhawks, Durango Jeeps

Like GTRs, expensive cars Them foreign whips just cool to me

New exhaust with twin turbos I flame purple like O.G. lean

Same niggas who walks with me The same ones who earned they keys

Cuban link, that's on my neck That shit cost like 80 Gs

Doin' good, I'm feelin' good I promise Ma some brand new keys

I'm the artist, y'all niggas hatin' Like, oh well, that's cool to me

10K on Apple Music, like, goddamn, keep hatin' Gs

Skrrt, uh, skrrt, uh Yeah, that Kodak flow, yeah

Ice up on my wrist, man I can never tell a joke

Man, that shit feel real, man I can never sell my folks

Made a promise to my hood I promise I will blow

SRTs ain't shit to me

Trackhawks, Durango Jeeps

Like GTRs, expensive cars Them foreign whips just cool to me

New exhaust with twin turbos I flame purple like O.G. lean

Same niggas who walks with me The same ones who earnin' keys

200, I'm doin' a dash

Speed off, my foot on the gas

Push to start, no keys needed I'm all they ass, no goin' back

Red zone, that speed needle a Speed demon, I know they mad

They fucked up, cause I'm up I'm at the bank with bags of cash

SRTs ain't shit to me

Trackhawks, Durango Jeeps

Like GTRs, expensive cars Them foreign whips just cool to me

New exhaust with twin turbos that flame purple like O.G. lean

Same niggas who walks with me The same ones who earnin' keys