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400 Shots Lyrics - Artist : Yungeen Ace
Drum Dummie
Aye, aye, alright Aye, watch that lil' boy over there Aye, there go ghost Damn, hold up Oh yeah, yeah, what up? I'm 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 hoe I don't know what he thought I lie his body on the scene I made him draw that chalk In the back seat 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 snitching can't you 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 hoe We milly rocking in this bitch well we got plenty po They just now found that nigga body he died a month ago They done look me in my eyes 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 happen 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 eye when he realized it was me They killed my brother I'm at my funeral I'm screaming fuck the peace I'm out my body bitch I'm cranky I ain't got the proper sleep This freaky bitch she calling my phone she think a nigga sweet Like I ain't seen her with the opps just the other week Oh bitch you tweaking with them niggas you gon die with them boys He actin gangsta in front of you that's bout them other lil boys He ain't get the chance 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 the car was a Ford Explorer No they can't solve the murder case I guess it was what it was Damn Aye All that shit them niggas talkin like them nigga 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 talking like you like that fuck nigga I been slanging that 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 Sacrifice my soul man they screaming 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 Fuck em |
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