400 Degreez lyrics

[Intro]
400 Degreez

[Verse 1]
Ya see, me, I eat, sleep, sh*t 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
n*gga threw some slangs at me wodie, I caught that
And punished them lil' b*tches 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?
n*gga disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
Accompanied by some n*ggas '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 n*gga claimin' they know me

[Chorus]
You don't want to f*ck with me

[Verse 2]
b*tch, 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 n*gga try? I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
n*gga might be shy, n*gga might be triflin'
n*gga might survive if he 'bout that rifling
With somethin' that'll stop a n*gga from playin'
Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy, look, n*gga don't play no games no more
n*gga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
Attitude adjustments they all need
Don't call in those enforcements, n*gga, call me
I bet ya I'll get them n*ggas off your block
I bet ya I'll show them n*ggas this boy hot
[Chorus]
You don't want to f*ck 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 sh*t over, bruh
Ain't no b*tches 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
n*ggas drive by, gettin' loose
Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose
Up in Compton or the Watts, n*gga
Up in New York ya keep' 'em open, watch, n*gga
'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 f*ck with me
You don't want to f*ck with me
You don't want to f*ck with me
You don't want to f*ck with me, with me
[Outro]
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