Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
I'm Ready to ball, I'm ready to bang, f*ck what you niggas be saying
I'm Righting my wrongs, making the change, lotta y'all niggas be playing
Banging the gang, claiming the lane, hard to get out like a stain
You bitches insane, you niggas be lame, But I can never complain
I just keep addin to my status
And I'm not talking street wear, but I'm tryna cop a Palace
The shit I'm on exclusive, had to open up my palette
No matter how they tip the scales I always catch my balance
No challenge, no callous, got fresh feet when I run this shit
Prezidential superstar, I'm bout to start a government
No time for apologies if y'all was on some other shit
Manifest a threesome wit my main chick and my other bitch
Jealous of the love I get, my bitch from the republic
You can take them shopping, I just bag em like its publix
I just been consistently building, and now they lovin' it
I just copped a whip wit no keys, and now I'm gunnin' it,
Thats stupid fast
Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
Okay, what the hell did you expect?
I'm posin' in my pictures like they do not pose a threat
Run your money up is what I heavily suggest
My pendant and my chain is sittin' heavy on my neck
My LLC and legacy is perfectly intact
Ain't tryna keep up with nobody else, I'm tryna stack
They got you in a 720, why you sign that?
Can't even see you lames, I need a magnifying glass
Uh-huh, okay, I think that did the trick
I'm posted in the cut, masked up like I'm sick
I'm from the nickel dime, but I'm callin' it the Nick
I ain't have to do it, but I did it off the strength
I press like bench, I press like curl
I can never fall out with my dogs, we too thorough
Out in NYC and I get love in every borough
Big extendo blunt with multiple strains, look like a churro
Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
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Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
I'm Ready to ball, I'm ready to bang, f*ck what you niggas be saying
I'm Righting my wrongs, making the change, lotta y'all niggas be playing
Banging the gang, claiming the lane, hard to get out like a stain
You bitches insane, you niggas be lame, But I can never complain
I just keep addin to my status
And I'm not talking street wear, but I'm tryna cop a Palace
The shit I'm on exclusive, had to open up my palette
No matter how they tip the scales I always catch my balance
No challenge, no callous, got fresh feet when I run this shit
Prezidential superstar, I'm bout to start a government
No time for apologies if y'all was on some other shit
Manifest a threesome wit my main chick and my other bitch
Jealous of the love I get, my bitch from the republic
You can take them shopping, I just bag em like its publix
I just been consistently building, and now they lovin' it
I just copped a whip wit no keys, and now I'm gunnin' it,
Thats stupid fast
Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
Okay, what the hell did you expect?
I'm posin' in my pictures like they do not pose a threat
Run your money up is what I heavily suggest
My pendant and my chain is sittin' heavy on my neck
My LLC and legacy is perfectly intact
Ain't tryna keep up with nobody else, I'm tryna stack
They got you in a 720, why you sign that?
Can't even see you lames, I need a magnifying glass
Uh-huh, okay, I think that did the trick
I'm posted in the cut, masked up like I'm sick
I'm from the nickel dime, but I'm callin' it the Nick
I ain't have to do it, but I did it off the strength
I press like bench, I press like curl
I can never fall out with my dogs, we too thorough
Out in NYC and I get love in every borough
Big extendo blunt with multiple strains, look like a churro
Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
I'm Ready to ball, I'm ready to bang, f*ck what you niggas be saying
I'm Righting my wrongs, making the change, lotta y'all niggas be playing
Banging the gang, claiming the lane, hard to get out like a stain
You bitches insane, you niggas be lame, But I can never complain
I just keep addin to my status
And I'm not talking street wear, but I'm tryna cop a Palace
The shit I'm on exclusive, had to open up my palette
No matter how they tip the scales I always catch my balance
No challenge, no callous, got fresh feet when I run this shit
Prezidential superstar, I'm bout to start a government
No time for apologies if y'all was on some other shit
Manifest a threesome wit my main chick and my other bitch
Jealous of the love I get, my bitch from the republic
You can take them shopping, I just bag em like its publix
I just been consistently building, and now they lovin' it
I just copped a whip wit no keys, and now I'm gunnin' it,
Thats stupid fast
Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
Okay, what the hell did you expect?
I'm posin' in my pictures like they do not pose a threat
Run your money up is what I heavily suggest
My pendant and my chain is sittin' heavy on my neck
My LLC and legacy is perfectly intact
Ain't tryna keep up with nobody else, I'm tryna stack
They got you in a 720, why you sign that?
Can't even see you lames, I need a magnifying glass
Uh-huh, okay, I think that did the trick
I'm posted in the cut, masked up like I'm sick
I'm from the nickel dime, but I'm callin' it the Nick
I ain't have to do it, but I did it off the strength
I press like bench, I press like curl
I can never fall out with my dogs, we too thorough
Out in NYC and I get love in every borough
Big extendo blunt with multiple strains, look like a churro
Two Hundred-Fifty on the Dash, I'm Moving Fast
I heard they hating on the Gang just cuz we on they ass
I'm getting tricky with my drip, I'm rocking Ricky Raf
We holding class, you in the hall, but you don't got a pass
Naw, I can't drop the ball, this ain't New Years Eve
Whole Gang going dumb, we stupid deep
A baddie pull up Hot-and-Ready, call her Uber Eats
I'm thumbing thru a lil something before I go to sleep
Writer: Parrell Cox, Sudan Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid