Lyrics 200 Bags - Grim Sickers, M.I.K

200 Bags

Yeah, I was in the trap, chilling with hoes
One named Miley, one named Cyrus
One named Amber, one named Rose
200 bags all up in her nose
I was in the yard chilling with slags
One named Patsy, one named Maxi
One named Kirsty, one named Kat
200 bags all over the racks
I was in the pub chilling with lads
One named Peter, one named Pat
One named Michael, one named Max
200 bags fell on my lap
I was in the rave, chilling with dons
One named Myth, one named Tom
One named Ghost, one named Writer
200 bags all over the song
I was on the curb chilling with nerds
One named Simon, one named Kirk
One named Alex, one named Ferg
200 bags, made 200 birds
I was in the whip, chilling with stars
One named Jack, one named Mason
One named Rapture, one named Kahn
200 bags came in from far
I was in the lab chilling with Gs
One named Cheddar, one named Cheese
One named Hundred, one named Kis
200 bags all under my sleeve
I was in the ends chilling with friends
One named Roma, one named Ben
One named ACE, one named Jen
200 bags, put it out in tens
Yeah, you’re fucking mad
Anything I spray is a hundred Zs
Nah, anything I spray is a hundred bags
Put some serious work on your dad
Yeah, juggling racks
Don’t make sense if you don’t get it back
Anything I say is 100 kis
Double up quick, get 100 back
1p don with his 1p flows
His apple will burst when I grip his throat
Doctor or nurse, cut him out of his clothes
If I send man’s soul to a fucking ghost
Turn the whole ting Raoul fucking Moat
One for the flow passed on by the spirits
Two for the aura passed on by the wizards
Don’t fidget, I’m livid, I’ll take it, I’ll flick it, I’ll twist it
Don’t gimmick, I’m wicked, I’ll stick it, you’re finished, off-limits in minutes
Spin man around ten times in a row
Spin man around like Kylie Minogue
Where did he come from?
Where did he go?
Man turn the whole ting into Cotton Eyed Joe
Can’t take Grim for a likkle man yout
Now I’ve got body parts all in my car boot
Car stinking of Febreze won’t do
At this rate, need a new car soon
Turn the whole ting Floyd/Manny part two
Shut the fuck up, who the fuck asked you?
Kick him on the floor, man, till he can’t move
I’m moving loose like Bishop in Juice
Best mind what you get yourself deep into
Taxi, swerving, backstreet, casually, actually
Might wanna win like Belasie
Serve and tan, got snitched by a fassy
Couldn’t make it any more clearer
Chop man out with the shards of a mirror
Back off, don’t come one step nearer
Put four in your back like Viera
Fuck that, put nine in his back like Shearer
Catch him at the wheel, blood soaking interior
Yeah, juggling racks
Don’t make sense if you don’t get it back
Anything I say is 100 kis
Double up quick, get 100 back
Yeah, you’re fucking mad
Anything I spray is a hundred Zs
Nah, anything I spray is a hundred bags
Put some serious work on your dad