400/500 Lyrics – Shad da God
Singer: Shad da God
Title: 400/500
Phew
God
400 Degreez like Juv’ 500 Degreez like Weezy
And we trappin n die like Jeezy
And we trappin n die like Jeezy nem
BRM n#gg# that’s 3 reasons
Imma work my wrist for all 4 seasons
Every time they bite man they really be teething
Every time I’m pouring up I’m with my heathens
Dolo I’ll f#ck around pull up straight dolo (I’ll pull up dolo right now)
A n#gg# need ocho bad I ain’t got nothing but cinco (I ain’t got nothing but five right now)
A b#tch left her parents she ain’t get away with nothing but some lingo
I’ll match your plug number n#gg# bingo
I’ll put yo ho on beans n#gg# pinto (God)
I don’t tote the regular clips tote ‘stendos
I’ll have a junkie popping for some good dope
Matte black Escalade behind the Hellcat
Peanut butter guts shoot I let the seat back
You ain’t even going to jail cause you ain’t selling 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 playing 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 (Whoo)
n#gg# send a 10/10 yeah that’s a lil sack (Whoo)
That’s the sh#t we came from that’s what made us
I told the ho I bring the whole table to the table
I’m dripping in some black owned drip f#ck a label
And I put a couple hunnid up you know a n#gg# stable (God)
400 Degreez like juv’ 500 Degreez like Weezy
And we trappin n die like Jeezy
And we trappin n die like Jeezy nem
BRM n#gg# that’s 3 reasons
Imma work my wrist for all 4 seasons
Every time they bite man they really be teething
Every time I’m pouring up I’m with my heathens
Dolo I’ll f#ck around pull up straight dolo (I’ll pull up dolo right now)
A n#gg# need ocho bad I ain’t got nothing but cinco (I ain’t got nothing but five right now)
A b#tch left her parents she ain’t get away with nothing but some lingo (Some lingo)
I’ll match your plug number n#gg# bingo
I’ll put yo ho on beans n#gg# pinto
672 I’ll fill up the tank last name roll first name bank (Bankroll)
Drinkin’ some pink smoking some dank
Word round the hood the 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 b#tch tuna Al Pacino
I could match a plug number we playing 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 hoe I had to buy a Moncler coat (God)
High school sweetheart riding in a benzo
‘Fore they had indo smelling like outdoors
Poppin sh#t intro to the damn outro
It’s a cold world got a chopper in a pea coat
400 Degreez like Juv’ 500 Degreez like Weezy
And we trappin n die like Jeezy
And we trappin n die like Jeezy nem
BRM n#gg# that’s 3 reasons
Imma work my wrist for all 4 seasons
Every time they bite man they really be teething
Every time I’m pouring up I’m with my heathens
Dolo I’ll f#ck around pull up straight dolo (I’ll pull up dolo right now)
A n#gg# need ocho bad I ain’t got nothing but cinco (I ain’t got nothing but five right now)
A b#tch left her parents she ain’t get away with nothing but some lingo
I’ll match your plug number n#gg# bingo
I’ll put yo ho on beans n#gg# pinto (God)
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