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400 shots - yungeen ace lyrics

[intro]
drum dummie
aye, aye, alright
aye, watch that lil’ boy over there
aye, there go ghost
d*mn, hold up
oh yeah, yeah, what up?

[verse 1]
all black up in this truck, we got 400 shots
a lot of smoke up in the air, b*tch, we create the opps
i caught him slippin’ with that ho, i don’t know what he thought
i lie his body on the scene, i made him draw that chalk
in the backseat, you gon’ have to shoot sh*t to get the gump out the house
pistol on my head questioning me, but i don’t know what it’s about
b*tch, don’t ask me about them n*ggas, i don’t f*ck with them boys
that n*gga snitchin’ can’t hear him crazy k call a lawyer
i’m steady rollin’ off the sh*t i take advantage though
f*ck this society droppin’ bodies, i’m a menace ho
we milly rockin’ in this b*tch, well, we get plenty pole
they just now found that n*gga body, he died a month ago
they done look me in my eyes and it’s a devil inside
b*tch, i’m corona, only reason why they don’t come outside
i’m screaming, “f*ck that hoe,” b*tch, you the reason this happened
your mama cryin’ bout something, i’m the reason she happy
i’m tryna eliminate these hoes so i can 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
just seen the look up in his eyes when he realized it was me
they k!lled my brother, i’m at his funeral
i’m screamin’, “f*ck the peace”
i’m out my body, b*tch, i’m cranky, i ain’t get no proper sleep
this freaky b*tch, she callin’ my phone, she think a n*gga sweet
like i ain’t see her with the opps just the other week
oh b*tch you tweakin’ with them n*ggas, you gon’ die with them boys
he actin’ gangsta in front of you, that’s bout them other lil’ boys
he get the chances to see 18, that n*gga died a lil’ boy
them choppa rangin’ on the block, atk bring that noise
they ain’t got sh*t, they said they car was a ford explorer
no, they can’t solve the murder case, i guess it was what it was
[bridge]
all that sh*t them n*ggas talkin’ like them n*ggas been slide
them n*ggas ain’t drop no bodies, n*gga, stop playin’
like we ain’t get that game, f*ck n*gga
all that sh*t all that sh*t talkin’ like you like that, f*ck n*gga
i been slangin’ that iron since i was* yeah, okay
you gon’ make me mad again, f*ck that

[verse 2]
i’m about to go back in, choppa that be spittin’ till it broke his skin
runnin’ up on my k!ller then he drive*by, i guess he lost wind
sacrafice my soul, man, they screamin’ that i k!lled my friend
f*cks would i do that when we had just hit for them benjamins?
roll down on myself, seem like that i can’t ever win
f*ck that dead n*gga, put his soul up to an end

- yungeen ace lyrics

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