400 / 500

Lyrics

[Intro] Phew (Makers) God (Run that back, Turbo) [Chorus] 400 Degreez like Juv', 500 Degreez like Weezy And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy 'nem BRM, nigga, that's three reasons I'ma work my wrist for all four seasons Every time they bite, man, they really be teethin' Every time I'm pourin' up I'm with my heathens Dolo, I'll fuck around pull up straight dolo (I'll pull up dolo right now) A nigga need ocho bad, I ain't got nothin' but cinco (I ain't got nothin' but five right now) A bitch left her parents, she ain't get away with nothin' but some lingo I'll match your plug number, nigga, bingo I'll put your ho on beans, nigga, pinto (God) [Verse 1] I don't tote the regular clips, tote 'stendos I'll have a junkie pop you for some good dope Matte black Escalade behind the Hellcat Peanut butter guts, shoot, I let the seat back You ain't even goin' to jail 'cause you ain't sellin' crack (Uh) Y'all push straight whips in the dope sack (Whip) South and the west side where my folks at (Southside) And I got a dirty stick in the book bag He was playin' on the net then he got toe tagged We done had too many locs in a body bag (Loc) Boy, I'm on the dope, I still gotta sell that (Woo) Nigga send a ten-ten, yeah, that's a lil' sack (Woo) That's the shit we came from, that's what made us I told the ho I bring the whole table to the table I'm drippin' in some black owned drip, fuck a label And I put a couple hunnid up, you know a nigga stable (God) [Chorus] 400 Degreez like Juv', 500 Degreez like Weezy And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy 'nem BRM, nigga, that's three reasons I'ma work my wrist for all four seasons Every time they bite, man, they really be teethin' Every time I'm pourin' up I'm with my heathens Dolo, I'll fuck around pull up straight dolo (I'll pull up dolo right now) A nigga need ocho bad, I ain't got nothin' but cinco (I ain't got nothin' but five right now) A bitch left her parents, she ain't get away with nothin' but some lingo (Some Lingo) I'll match your plug number, nigga, bingo I'll put your ho on beans, nigga, pinto [Verse 2] 672, I'll fill up the tank Last name roll and the first name bank (Bankroll) Drinkin' some pink, smokin' some dank Word 'round the hood they call him Big Bank Hank (Big bank) Bags of the gas from San Bernardino We gon' shoot a movie like Quentin Tarantino And I got the bitch tuna Al Pacino I could match a plug number, we playin' bingo (Let's go) Great exotic in the paper, no fronto Great pimpin', got some vibes at the front door Hoes from the east coast, hoes from the west coast A midwest ho, I had to buy a Moncler coat (God) High school sweetheart ridin' in a Benzo 'Fore they had indo' smellin' like outdoors Poppin' shit intro to the damn outro It's a cold world, got a chopper in a peacoat [Chorus] 400 Degreez like Juv', 500 Degreez like Weezy And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy 'nem BRM, nigga, that's three reasons I'ma work my wrist for all four seasons Every time they bite, man, they really be teethin' Every time I'm pourin' up I'm with my heathens Dolo, I'll fuck around pull up straight dolo (I'll pull up dolo right now) A nigga need ocho bad, I ain't got nothin' but cinco (I ain't got nothin' but five right now) A bitch left her parents, she ain't get away with nothin' but some lingo I'll match your plug number, nigga, bingo I'll put your ho on beans, nigga, pinto (God)