400 Degreez (feat. Lucci Lou)

See me, I ain't never been no whack nigga

I never that nigga, I was in the trap nigga

I see your girl choosing, I'mma rap with her

If I get to her the crib, it's a wrap nigga

She called me so I can beat it up

I got your girl hooked, now she can't get enough

I ain't got a legs wide in the back of my truck

Then her ass on the inside when I bust my nut

Oh that's your homie and how you drove

Talking that shit, nigga don't get stoked

Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up

Don't even go there boy cause I'm ready to mans up

You don't want to fuck with me

Black on black, 150 yeah I copped that

In the front of the club is where I parked at

Hat to the back, snaps in the front

Sipping on ciroc, puffing on a blunt

Niggas checking id, so I gotta get lost

Head to the crib when I get a phone call

Never been the one to brag 'bout the hoes I got

But when I'm finished with that ass, she say this boy hot

You don't want to fuck with me

If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that?

I bet you I'll show them niggas this boy hot

That's it, I done had enough

Niggas talking crazy, hot starting to fuss

Boy look, nigga don't play no games no more

Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his throat

Nigga please, I'm always strapped

And we can bang bang or rat ta tat tat

And you can lay it down on the ground, face flat

Thinking you a bad boy in this bitch, chase that

I heard about the cash, that's a nice chain

And for the right price, I'll bust the right brain

All this for a hoe, nigga so lame

Got you thinking she the one, nigga trifling

Give me head while we driving down the fast lane

Look back when I hit it from the back mane

Got her bragging to her girls 'bout the dick game

And when you hit it she be yelling out my name, august

If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that?

I bet you I'll show them niggas this boy hot

You see me, I'm getting free shit and toss that

New jaguar, black on black, nigga I bought that

Called 'em in charge, bitch I fall back

Tired of going hard, I brought the soft back

Lucci, that's a nice chain

Reach for it, fuck around and lose your life mane

Like niggas do the right thing

I be laying in the box of the choir saying

Let me get the keys to the audi truck

Wife new sentence, niggas daughtered up

New maccie loving can't a nigga follow us

Oh these bitches just mad cause the bitches swallow us

Boy look, nigga don't play no games no more

Nigga'll bust your head and still bang your hoe

Shit, I'm always strapped

Thinking you a bad boy, well nigga take that

You don't want to fuck with me

You don't want to fuck with me