400 Degreez

作词 : Gray, Thomas

[Intro]

400 Degreez

[Verse 1]

Ya see, me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap

Ya seen that '98 Mercedes on TV? I bought that

I had some felony charges, I fought that

Been sent to no return, but still was brought back

Nigga threw some slangs at me wodie, I caught that

And punished them lil' bitches before they could carjack

Now I'm lookin' for they family and partners to war back

If I ain't a Hot Boy, then what do you call that?

Nigga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black

Accompanied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that

Me, Cory and Rusty getting ducked off

Ride top down so we let the trucks park

In the jeep ridin' four-deep

I'm booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me

[Chorus]

You don't want to **** with me

[Verse 2]

Bitch, what? I'll bust your ass up

Don't even go there, wodie, 'cause I'm ready to mask up

I heard about the money, that's some nice change

For the right price, I'll bust the right brain

Why must a nigga try? I can't do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

Nigga might be shy, nigga might be triflin'

Nigga might survive if he 'bout that rifling

With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin'

Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy, look, nigga don't play no games no more

Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho

Attitude adjustments they all need

Don't call in those enforcements, nigga, call me

I bet ya I'll get them niggas off your block

I bet ya I'll show them niggas this boy hot

[Chorus]

You don't want to **** with me

Hot Boy, hot, hot, Hot Boy, hot, hot

Hot Boy, hot, hot, Hot Boy

[Verse 3]

Alright, stop it, 'cause I done had enough

When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Man, let me get this beef shit over, bruh

Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, bruh

Bust your beef head is what was told to us

How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down?

How I'ma look in front of my people like a clown?

The G code what we live by and we die by

The book is what we will never abide by

Niggas drive by, gettin' loose

Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose

Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga

Up in New York ya keep' 'em open, watch, nigga

'Fore ya played by a bit' or battalion

All fine young Black females stallions

Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion

You far away from ya home, you's an alien

[Chorus]

You don't want to **** with me

You don't want to **** with me

You don't want to **** with me

You don't want to **** with me, with me

[Outro]

400 Degreez

400 Degreez

400 Degreez