Lyrics : 400 Shots

Drum Dummie
Aye, aye, alright
Aye, watch that lil' boy over there
Aye, there go ghost
Damn, hold up
Oh yeah, yeah, what up?

All black up in this truck, we got 400 shots
A lot of smoke up in the air, bitch, we create the opps
I caught him slippin' with that ho, I don't know what he thought
I lie his body on the scene, I made him draw that chalk
In the backseat, you gon' have to shoot shit to get the gump out the house
Pistol on my head questioning me, but I don't know what it's about
Bitch, don't ask me about them niggas, I don't fuck with them boys
That nigga snitchin' can't hear him Crazy K call a lawyer
I'm steady rollin' off the shit I take advantage though
Fuck this society droppin' bodies, I'm a menace ho
We milly rockin' in this bitch, well, we get plenty pole
They just now found that nigga body, he died a month ago
They done look me in my eyes and it's a devil inside
Bitch, I'm corona, only reason why they don't come outside
I'm screaming, "Fuck that hoe," bitch, you the reason this happened
Your mama cryin' bout something, I'm the reason she happy
I'm tryna eliminate these hoes so I can roll in peace
I'm tryna hide from the camera, they steady noticed me
I put that pistol on his face, he dropped down to his knees
Just seen the look up in his eyes when he realized it was me
They killed my brother, I'm at his funeral
I'm screamin', "Fuck the peace"
I'm out my body, bitch, I'm cranky, I ain't get no proper sleep
This freaky bitch, she callin' my phone, she think a nigga sweet
Like I ain't see her with the opps just the other week
Oh bitch you tweakin' with them niggas, you gon' die with them boys
He actin' gangsta in front of you, that's bout them other lil' boys
He get the chances to see 18, that nigga died a lil' boy
Them choppa rangin' on the block, ATK bring that noise
They ain't got shit, they said they car was a Ford Explorer
No, they can't solve the murder case, I guess it was what it was

All that shit them niggas talkin' like them niggas been slide
Them niggas ain't drop no bodies, nigga, stop playin'
Like we ain't get that game, fuck nigga
All that shit all that shit talkin' like you like that, fuck nigga
I been slangin' that iron since I was- yeah, okay
You gon' make me mad again, fuck that

I'm about to go back in, choppa that be spittin' till it broke his skin
Runnin' up on my killer then he drive-by, I guess he lost wind
Sacrafice my soul, man, they screamin' that I killed my friend
Fucks would I do that when we had just hit for them Benjamins?
Roll down on myself, seem like that I can't ever win
Fuck that dead nigga, put his soul up to an end