Текст песни 400 Shots - Yungeen Ace

Ayy, ayy, alright
Ayy, watch that lil′ boy over there
Ayy, there go ghost
Damn, hold up
Oh yeah, yeah, what up?

Yeah, I'm black up in this truck we
Got four hunnid shots (four hunnid shots)
A lot of smoke up in the air,
Bitch we create the opps (we create the opps)
I caught him slippin′ with that hoe
I don't know what he thought (like what?)
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 and they
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 (I don't fuck with them niggas)
That nigga snitching, case gon′ hit 'em, Crazy K call a lawyer (baow)
I′m steady rollin' off the shit I take advantage though
Fuck this society droppin' bodies
I′m a menace hoe (bitch, I′m a menace)
We milly rocking in this bitch well we got plenty po
They just now found that nigga body he
Died a month ago (he died a month ago)
They done look me in my eyes it's a devil inside (bang)
Bitch I′m corona,
Only reason why they don't come outside (where you at?)
I′m screaming fuck that hoe,
Bitch you the reason this happen (oh, yeah)
Your mama cryin' bout something I′m the reason she happy
I'm tryna eliminate these hoes so I can roll in peace (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 (ayy, what up lil′ nigga?)
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 (like fuck the peace)
I′m out my body,
Bitch I'm cranky I ain′t got the
Proper sleep (ain't got no proper sleep)
This freaky bitch she calling my
Phone she think a nigga sweet (like what?)
Like I ain′t seen her with the opps just the other week
Oh, oh, bitch you tweaking with them niggas
You gon' die with them boys (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 eighteen that
Nigga died a lil' boy (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 (was what it was)

Damn
Ayy
All that shit them niggas talkin' like them nigga been slidin′
Them niggas ain't drop no bodies, nigga stop playin'
Like we ain′t get that game, fuck nigga (oh yeah)
All that shit, all that shit talking like you like that fuck nigga
I been slangin′ that iron since I was
Yeah, okay (alright, hold on)
You gon' make me mad again (what you say?)
Fuck that

I′m about to go back in
Choppa that be spittin' til it broke us in (bang, bang)
Runnin′ up on my killer then he drop, I guess lost win
Sacrifice my soul man they screaming that I killed my friend
Why the fuck would I do that when we had just hit for them Benjamins?
Broke down in my cell, seem like that I can't ever win
Fuck that dead nigga
Put his soul up to an end
Fuck ′em