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