400 BAR$ (Pt.1)

All of my niggas be riskin' they lives Don't come roun' here flexing, unless you got a pipe But we can drop the tooly's nigga, and fight At the end of the day, boy you gon' see the light That nigga was dissin', and then he went missing... Bro getting impatient We'll be back tonight Laced here I ain't trippin' , plus hefe' be gripin' Jordy rolling the opps, get put up like a kite! Why you steady flexin' like you get to the green? These racks in my pocket, they buss out the seams She just sucking me up, cause she know how to sing When you get to that paper she'll do anything... Suck it so good, i might buy her a ring! goddamn that's yo hoe? Man i ain't even smellin' her... Get her back. Cause she gettin' too use to me nigga And I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU BEEN TELLIN' HER! I get to the paper, like helluva! Wake up, go get the worm like it's my schedule And if this lil' nigga think he gon' run up... We gon' turn yo ass to a vegetable... Whole lot of 100's, and 50's and 20's the singles is just unacceptable And who these new nigga's asking for P's? Now you know I'm a get a lil' skeptical... Now i remember when we trapped out the school and the vacant They waited outside the doors like a patient If we saw somethin' good then you know we gon' take it And still gon' rock it. And have these lil' niggas hatin' We came from the mud, tryna' step on the pavement Chill under a tree smoke a wood where its shady The memories fading away like its kD My feelings still here hope you don't think im faking... AYE I'm tryna run me a M Don't beef wit' me unless you got a BAG BIG 4G you know i ain't gon' lag, i be paper chasin' no i don't gotta brag And I been selling niggas the swag, and i ain't talking bout' gas neither But Hit My Line If you wanna feature Quiet nigga but my bags yea they stay on speaker... If you fuckin' wit' me, you can meet the Reaper And i'm wit' that shit anywhere or any day, bro said "it ain't shit, got the K in the K" I got shooters like the bay. HaHa... Aye Gasbags, Swagbags for the cheap, we ain't getting no sleep We been out here for weeks... bunch of niggas hanging swear we was deep If you sending shots, 4am we gonna creep We slid on yo bock holdin' 17 shots lookin' for new opps Ya gonna get popped! We sat at the park Lurkin' like a shark, like the 4th of July i'ma let that bitch spark! Don't come outside when it's after dark Got the Iron Man, i feel like Tony Stark Opp in the wood man it stank like a fart Bullet almost hit you in the brain it left a part Do the dash in the ac' but i need a push-start We be burning the road like its Mario kart And i'm still smoking Runtz, no Sweet Tart I could teach you the game, but you nigga's ain't street smart! Yea... yea...