400 Degrees

You bitches ain't ready for the debut album My homie came and said go and take over Malcolm Now I'm up at the plate, knock the wind right out 'em Ain't talkin' bout me now but imma be highly touted I'm not gonna lie I'm gettin' used to being doubted At this point, I don't hear I just block out the sound Bitch what you tryna do? Leave my ass with a frown? Well you can kiss it if you want lemme know if you're down I'm doin' laps around you bitches keep goin' around Cause I'm the king of this shit, in 20 years get my crown Stackin' up tracks like a mound, get my sound up there in the mountains Map my way to the top and I ain't ever comin' down Shit is like a battleground Treat my dogs like the kings that they are it's something light like I got 'em from the pound Thinkin' back when I was makin' that Pilot I was like if I drop who the fucks gonna buy it In reality, I kinda had it right Sat up in my room and contemplated every night Got so much to say but a lot is out of spite I don't wanna fight but I gotta then I might Got a plan to meet all my goats the ones I stan Make a dozen dirty songs then we all gon' form a band Get the juices runnin' like my name is Roxanne Pull out all the cards but I ain't ever show my hand But then again I understand its a lot to demand Enhance my brand band a big ol' flock of fans Man I just need y'all to give me a chance Or a glance and a click real quick And if you don't like it you can deal with the shit Cause I'm like batman and y'all my sidekicks Got a bite like a pit Just admit I can spit bitch And while you do that, imma just go Ride around the city of Atlanta Your man he can try to stop me but it's like tryna beat Alabama Now can I get a fuckin' pause Or a second to breath Now imma turn the bitch up past 400 degrees Ride around the city of Atlanta Your man he can try to stop me but it's like tryna beat Alabama Now can I get a fuckin' pause Or a second to breath Now imma turn the bitch up past 400 degrees Second verse for the ones who ain't listen to the first You the worst I ever heard Comin' up it's like a curse Gotta build up from the dirt And at times it can hurt When you drop and want it heard But you never hear a word People just give you the bird Stirrin' up and call a hearse The doc is on the way I'm not talkin' 'bout Dre Him and Shade made me Everything you see is a product of the G's from the D and the C Throw in a Nickle in the water got a wish Pilot was a 5, call Pursuit a slick 9 I'm gonna bind all my studies in one bunch All my shit is hittin' hard like a gut punch Tough luck try again at a later date Call back and just wait for data rates I'm a 10 you a 1, let's get it straight But my mind is in a different state, yeah Ride around the city of Atlanta Your man he can try to stop me but it's like tryna beat Alabama Now can I get a fuckin' pause Or a second to breath Now imma turn the bitch up past 400 degrees Ride around the city of Atlanta Your man he can try to stop me but it's like tryna beat Alabama Now can I get a fuckin' pause Or a second to breath Now imma turn the bitch up past 400 degrees