[Intro]
Phew
(Makers)
God
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus]
400 Degreez like Juv', 500 Degreez like Weezy
And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy
And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy 'nem
BRM, nigga, that's three reasons
I'ma work my wrist for all four seasons
Every time they bite, man, they really be teethin'
Every time I'm pourin' up I'm with my heathens
Dolo, I'll fuck around pull up straight dolo (I'll pull up dolo right now)
A nigga need ocho bad, I ain't got nothin' but cinco (I ain't got nothin' but five right now)
A bitch left her parents, she ain’t get away with nothin' but some lingo
I'll match your plug number, nigga, bingo
I'll put your ho on beans, nigga, pinto (God)
[Verse 1]
I don't tote the regular clips, tote 'stendos
I'll have a junkie pop you for some good dope
Matte black Escalade behind the Hellcat
Peanut butter guts, shoot, I let the seat back
You ain't even goin' to jail 'cause you ain't sellin' 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 playin' 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 (Woo)
Nigga send a ten-ten, yeah, that's a lil' sack (Woo)
That's the shit we came from, that's what made us
I told the ho I bring the whole table to the table
I'm drippin' in some black owned drip, fuck a label
And I put a couple hunnid up, you know a nigga stable (God)
[Chorus]
400 Degreez like Juv', 500 Degreez like Weezy
And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy
And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy 'nem
BRM, nigga, that's three reasons
I'ma work my wrist for all four seasons
Every time they bite, man, they really be teethin'
Every time I'm pourin' up I'm with my heathens
Dolo, I'll fuck around pull up straight dolo (I'll pull up dolo right now)
A nigga need ocho bad, I ain't got nothin' but cinco (I ain't got nothin' but five right now)
A bitch left her parents, she ain’t get away with nothin' but some lingo (Some Lingo)
I'll match your plug number, nigga, bingo
I'll put your ho on beans, nigga, pinto
[Verse 2]
672, I'll fill up the tank
Last name roll and the first name bank (Bankroll)
Drinkin' some pink, smokin' some dank
Word 'round the hood they 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 bitch tuna Al Pacino
I could match a plug number, we playin' 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 ho, I had to buy a Moncler coat (God)
High school sweetheart ridin' in a Benzo
'Fore they had indo' smellin' like outdoors
Poppin' shit intro to the damn outro
It's a cold world, got a chopper in a peacoat
[Chorus]
400 Degreez like Juv', 500 Degreez like Weezy
And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy
And we trappin' and dyin' like Jeezy 'nem
BRM, nigga, that's three reasons
I'ma work my wrist for all four seasons
Every time they bite, man, they really be teethin'
Every time I'm pourin' up I'm with my heathens
Dolo, I'll fuck around pull up straight dolo (I'll pull up dolo right now)
A nigga need ocho bad, I ain't got nothin' but cinco (I ain't got nothin' but five right now)
A bitch left her parents, she ain’t get away with nothin' but some lingo
I'll match your plug number, nigga, bingo
I'll put your ho on beans, nigga, pinto (God)
