200 000 - Quavo

Idiot or fearless I confess I am. Naive ...yeah I dream American. I swing with no net on that trapeze. Beats, beats, beats, beats me. You crash on a couch within my head Bumming around and don't pay rent. I've been in danger for you for so long So come on... There are not one but two hundred thousand miles on my car. To be with you I've driven far, but I loved you that much. Yes I made those morning coffee drinks at four AM for a ring, but I loved you that much. I stood up to that gang by myself when they messed with you. I had no help, but I loved you that much. And remember the time I wrote that song and many folks sang along? Yeah I loved you that much. May I cut into your plans and cause a ruckus? Let's break some records in some books. You'll never pop until you're shook up. If a picture paints a thousand words, How come I'm speechless and full of nervous. All I got is [?] So come on... There are not one but two hundred thousand miles on my car. To be with you I've driven far, but I loved you that much. Yes I made those morning coffee drinks at four AM for a ring, but I loved you that much. I stood up to that gang by myself when they messed with you. I had no help, but I loved you that much. And remember the time I wrote that song and many folks sang along? Yeah I loved you that much. Older times are out of sight. I thought about it and I kinda died. A kid and kite, a flickering light. I thought about it, I thought about and I kinda died. Because all good things come to an end. But the end will be the dirt between us. The end will be the dirt will be the end. I won't settle down, I won't settle down.

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, huh What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?) I just jumped up out the fuckin' vault, nigga (go), huh Niggas singin' like Diana Ross, nigga (su!) I don't wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (put that house on it) I don't give a fuck about no big homie (fuck 'em) No Huncho, no, fuck it, I'm back on it (chill out) Everybody know just how we act on it (go) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh) Ain't gon' run, I got that strap on me (grah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? Honey bun, can you do somethin' for me? (Do somethin') Can you go automatic just for me? (Frrt, frrt) Tommy gun, can you do somethin' for me? (Su!) Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, brrt, yeah) I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (say what?) I got a, I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (uh, get out) How can I come outside, without no mask on? (How?) They wanna see my emotions, I ain't smilin' at all (fuck 'em) I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (skrrt) Tactical mechanics end up paying off (brrt) They don't want me talkin' like this gangster, at all (uh, uh) They'd rather see me on TV playin' basketball (fuck that), huh Hell nah (hell nah), fuck all that (fuck it), huh I'm back, no more Hollywood, just bring me back (hi), huh I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (bando), huh 2014, Huncho is back Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, frrt, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone), yeah Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Can you call Al Ca-? (Al Capone, brrt) Huh, huh, huh, Huncho