200 Bags

[Verse 1: MIK] 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 [Hook: Grim Sickers & MIK] 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 [Verse 2: Grim Sickers] 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 [Hook: MIK & Grim Sickers] 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