Lyrics 400 Shots - Yungeen Ace

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?
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