400 Shots Lyrics

4hunnid shots up in this coupe you switching sides then you gone die

I got a Glock up in the booth we stay on point when we outside

We sending shots what you gone do 357 in my ride

The switch a box em out his shoes he steady dissing on the guys

Bitch im hotboxing in the Stu that's on the dead bitch we get high

No I'm not trying to beef with you I'm ducking feds I'm ducking time

The city know that imma shoot 24/7 clutching mine

we treat your hood just like a playground bitch you know we trynna slide

A quarterback up in my section I'm protected by the line

A brand new drake and smith and Wesson for my young niggas to ride

He steady capping in them songs we know the truth bitch you a lie

Remember you from middle school bitch you a lame and you been pie

He brought out ten I brought out a hunnid these niggas cap they ain't get to the money

Ain't clutching no gun if it don't hold a hunnid these bitch niggas snitch niggas know how I'm coming

And im fucking your bitch she bounce like a bunny

Just hit her with dick and she yell out she cummin

I just pull out the snap I just start recording

Fuck nigga upset he been watching my story

4hunnid shots up in this coupe you switching sides then you gone die

I got a Glock up in the booth we stay on point when we outside

We sending shots what you gone do 357 in my ride

The switch a box em out his shoes he steady dissing on the guys

Bitch im hotboxing in the Stu that's on the dead bitch we get high

No I'm not trying to beef with you I'm ducking feds I'm ducking time

The city know that imma shoot 24/7 clutching mine

We treat your hood just like a playground bitch you know we trynna

Slide got 223's and 556 with these diamonds in my ear

we pop out shining on these miggas diamond hitting it get brrrrrr

These Niggas acting like they sick up in the head this Glock a cure

No alcohol im sipping lean bitch u won't catch me sipping beer

when it's time to slide in switching gear all black be my attire

These niggas suck they trynna score we blocking shit way from the rim

we pop out shining bitches stare making niggas disappear

That Glock on side me when I steer bitch u gone try me bitch I dare

Know gang been jumping out the gym banana clips for us to peel

Through so much pain I barely feel ain't gotta pop a perc to kill

These sticks be hittin like a snare know we blow gas up in the air

Don't fuck with cam u can't compare bitch you can have the rap for real

4hunnid shots up in this coupe you switching sides then you gone die

I got a Glock up in the booth we stay on point when we outside

We sending shots what you gone do 357 in my ride

The switch a box em out his shoes he steady dissing on the guys

Bitch im hotboxing in the Stu that's on the dead bitch we get high

No I'm not trying to beef with you I'm ducking feds I'm ducking time

The city know that imma shoot 24/7 clutching mine

We treat your hood just like a playground bitch you know we trynna slide