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yungeen ace - 400 shots lyrics
[intro]
drum dummie
aye, aye, alright
aye, watch that lil’ boy over there
aye, there go ghost
d_mn, hold up
oh yeah, yeah, what up?
[verse 1]
all black up in this truck, we got 400 shots
a lot of smoke up in the air, b_tch, 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 sh_t to get the gump out the house
pistol on my head questioning me, but i don’t know what it’s about
b_tch, don’t ask me about them n_ggas, i don’t f_ck with them boys
that n_gga snitchin’ can’t hear him crazy k call a lawyer
i’m steady rollin’ off the sh_t i take advantage though
f_ck this society droppin’ bodies, i’m a menace ho
we milly rockin’ in this b_tch, well, we get plenty pole
they just now found that n_gga body, he died a month ago
they done look me in my eyes and it’s a devil inside
b_tch, i’m corona, only reason why they don’t come outside
i’m screaming, “f_ck that hoe,” b_tch, 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 k!lled my brother, i’m at his funeral
i’m screamin’, “f_ck the peace”
i’m out my body, b_tch, i’m cranky, i ain’t get no proper sleep
this freaky b_tch, she callin’ my phone, she think a n_gga sweet
like i ain’t see her with the opps just the other week
oh b_tch you tweakin’ with them n_ggas, 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 n_gga died a lil’ boy
them choppa rangin’ on the block, atk bring that noise
they ain’t got sh_t, they said they car was a ford explorer
no, they can’t solve the murder case, i guess it was what it was
[bridge]
all that sh_t them n_ggas talkin’ like them n_ggas been slide
them n_ggas ain’t drop no bodies, n_gga, stop playin’
like we ain’t get that game, f_ck n_gga
all that sh_t all that sh_t talkin’ like you like that, f_ck n_gga
i been slangin’ that iron since i was_ yeah, okay
you gon’ make me mad again, f_ck that
[verse 2]
i’m about to go back in, choppa that be spittin’ till it broke his skin
runnin’ up on my k!ller then he drive_by, i guess he lost wind
sacrafice my soul, man, they screamin’ that i k!lled my friend
f_cks would i do that when we had just hit for them benjamins?
roll down on myself, seem like that i can’t ever win
f_ck that dead n_gga, put his soul up to an end
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