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pho hunnid degrees - don trip & pif lyrics

[intro: pif]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)
ayy, ayy
let’s do this
four hundred degrees
ayy, ayy, ayy
four hundred degrees

[verse 1: pif]
spot an opp, that’s a headshot, yeah
and i dare a n*gga touch a dreadlock, yeah, yeah
where i’m from, we don’t do leg shots, rraow, rraow
rush you to the med doc, yeah
i’m fly as f*ck on fed watch, timer’s up, dead clock
you b*tches actin’ scared now, go’n and tuck your tail now
i’m givin’ you b*tches h*ll now, they say i’m h*llbound (woo)
make a n*gga pay up, if he don’t weigh up, break the scale out
chopper like a snare on drumline, f*cked off, cross that gun line (rraow, rraow)
young n*gga headshot one time, n*gga get gunned down sun up to sun down
and a f*ck n*gga say that we beefin’, i don’t believe him, it ain’t secret
i don’t get mad, b*tch, i get even, won’t catch me slow, slippin’, or sleepin’
got the heart of a lion, the eye of the eagle, my mama a pimp, my daddy deceased
totin’, no tuckin’, flinchin’, i’m uppin’, if sh*t get ugly, you comin’ for me
you n*ggas can’t f*ck with a picture of me
d*mn, you cheap, i’m playin’ for keeps
makin’ it hot, hope you stand the heat
i’m cold as ice and four hundred degrees, b*tch
[verse 2: don trip]
yeah, i got a gun when i’m sleep
just in case i need to dump on a chump in my dreams
product of parkway village, it wasn’t no walk in the park, we was runnin’ the streets
mama ain’t know we was servin’ ’em, maybe she did and she really ain’t wanna believe
i’ma keep givin’ ’em h*ll, they tell me it’s better to give than it is to receive
my n*ggas servin’ life, all that time in the cage for servin’ white
don’t we deserve a slice? we tryna get us some bread like jersey mike’s
he want a feature from me, start second guessin’ the second he heard the price
he know revenge is sweet, i heard it taste even better when served with ice
we all know life ain’t fair, if you lookin’ for fair, then you better go hop in a cab
plannin’ on stoppin’ my cash, you step right up, come get a colostomy bag
i like to get the money, imagine if n*ggas wasn’t tryin’ to block my path
now i got rich*n*gga problems, compared to your broke*n*gga problems, it’s not so bad
f*ck all that hooplah
came with the stick, call shots like a pool shark
me and my goombas
slide on a n*gga like we learned to moonwalk
i check my comment section, it’s filled with hatin’*ass n*ggas that underachieve
my dope sells itself, i’m back like cooked crack and four hundred degrees

[outro: don trip & pif]
long live pif
four hundred degrees
ayy, ayy, ayy (dtdakidd)
my dope sells itself, i’m back like cooked crack and four hundred degrees (beat those drums)

- don trip pif lyrics

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