200 Bags - Grim Sickers, M.I.K

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