Lil Uzi Vert – 200 My Dash Lyrics
Plugg DJ suckas
I love my plug
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
The Plug
200 my dash
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got the cash
I’m flexin’ my bag
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold up (what)
My new girl yeah that shit fulgar (unh)
Got the chopper with no holster (bah)
That shit might knock on my shoulder (gun sounds)
I start the fan in the [?] (I love my plug)
Drive in the Lamb like a lotus
Twelve pull up told me to slow up (skrr)
Spin around in with a donut (vroom)
I had your girl I won’t hold up (lil uzi)
I found out she no deep throater (ha)
She suck my dick like a stick (yah)
I told that girl I’m reloaded (damn)
.30 rounds all in my clip (yah)
And my bullets hit like boulders (damn)
Money so thick I can’t fold it (can’t fold it)
Can’t fit in my pockets so I envelope it (gun sounds)
Double cup I with the potion
Diamonds they hit like the ocean (yah)
Carry my shirt cause it’s Gucci (huh)
Scope got the aim with the ruler (fire)
Swervin’ the range that’s the Rover (it’s fire)
I hit the shot with the floater
I flooded AP, like Rollie (woah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
I got that bread in the toaster (woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
200 my dash
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I’m flexin’ my bag
Don’t want no sex you bitch (damn)
She want the neck, you bitch (huh)
You tryna act like you like me (hu)
Just wanna check, you bitch (hunh)
Just wanna check, you bitch (huh)
Can’t get the check, you bitch (bye) (yuh)
Pull out a hundred can’t give my girl 99 of it I blessed my chick (yeah)
You got your first piece of Rafs (huh), you tryna flex and shit (yeah)
I got so much money boy they be watchin’ that I had to rest my drip (yeah)
I had to rest my drip (yeah)
I had to rest my drip (yeah) (hey)
I do not go to the club
My crib where my section is (yeah)
Told her don’t call my phone (yeah)
Not with the texting, bitch (hello)
Don’t want no messages (yuh)
Feelings ain’t catching it (yuh)
Told her you talk too much (yeah)
Baby girl rest your lips (yuh)
Baby girl rest your lips (yuh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah woah
Yeah, 200 my dash
I hope I don’t crash (woah)
I’m driving too fast (slow down, slow down)
I know why you mad
Cause I got that cash
I’m flexin’ my bag (Flex)
