Talibando - 400 Degrees lyrics
[Talibando - 400 Degrees lyrics]
Tires scorchin', this bitch hot, it's
Like four hundred degrees, nigga
Yeah, nigga, players only, 7 Mile
Man, they know what the fuck
Goin' on 'bout this, bitch
(K'Den Ju)
Tires scorchin', this bitch hot
It's like four hundred degrees
If you scared, pussy nigga
Go to church or you should leave
Guess this run ain't for you
Go back home and sell some weed
Gotta strap your nuts on to go
Do hand-to hands with fiends
Nothin' in the crib but
Cameras, money counters, and some beans
We done spent that lil' money in
Your stash on some lean
Martin Luther King in these streets
You only sellin' dreams
I got niggas that been doin'
Eighteen since they was eighteen
Hit your block with twin chops
Call 'em Marco and Bittie
I been gettin' to the check
Where you been at like Saddity?
In the water on the deep end
It's only sharks here
Just picked up a pint of Wock'
For 'bout sixteen in dog fare
We predator, these niggas prey
If we ain't got no food
Best believe we gon' eat them niggas' plate
Bro hungry for a body, he'll eat your face
Gave Ty twenty thousand just to beat the case
Stack the chips up like it's Frito-Lay
(Stack 'em up, nigga)
So much money in the mattress, it's like BOA
It's chess, not checkers like Rudy said
(What up, Rudy?)
Only nigga rode the Greyhound more
Than me was probably Bootyhead
Chess, not checkers like Rudy said
Only nigga rode the Greyhound more
Than me was probably Bootyhead
And we got them oranges like hookah heads
Nigga, yeah
And we got them oranges like hookah heads
No deal, on chill, I feel like Icewood in '04
You could never play with me
I send the Navy to your door
I got niggas throwin' 5s
I got niggas throwin' 4s
I got niggas out in college
I got niggas on the road
I got niggas in the kitchen
I got niggas in the stoves
Put my heart up to the money
But it's never at no hoes
Tryna touch a hundred million, nigga
That's a real goal
Heard they didn't need a statement
And a nigga still told
I'm runnin' back touchdowns
You niggas kickin' field goals
Heard you run off with some money
And you niggas still broke
You would've tried that shit with me
I would've killed your kinfolks
I don't play games with niggas
This ain't no Nintendo
Heard you run off with some money
And you niggas still broke
You would've tried that shit with me
I would've killed your kinfolks, nigga
I would've killed your kinfolks
I ain't playin' games with niggas
This ain't no Nintendo, nigga
Like four hundred degrees, nigga
Yeah, nigga, players only, 7 Mile
Man, they know what the fuck
Goin' on 'bout this, bitch
(K'Den Ju)
Tires scorchin', this bitch hot
It's like four hundred degrees
If you scared, pussy nigga
Go to church or you should leave
Guess this run ain't for you
Go back home and sell some weed
Gotta strap your nuts on to go
Do hand-to hands with fiends
Nothin' in the crib but
Cameras, money counters, and some beans
We done spent that lil' money in
Your stash on some lean
Martin Luther King in these streets
You only sellin' dreams
I got niggas that been doin'
Eighteen since they was eighteen
Hit your block with twin chops
Call 'em Marco and Bittie
I been gettin' to the check
Where you been at like Saddity?
In the water on the deep end
It's only sharks here
Just picked up a pint of Wock'
For 'bout sixteen in dog fare
We predator, these niggas prey
If we ain't got no food
Best believe we gon' eat them niggas' plate
Bro hungry for a body, he'll eat your face
Gave Ty twenty thousand just to beat the case
Stack the chips up like it's Frito-Lay
(Stack 'em up, nigga)
So much money in the mattress, it's like BOA
It's chess, not checkers like Rudy said
(What up, Rudy?)
Only nigga rode the Greyhound more
Than me was probably Bootyhead
Chess, not checkers like Rudy said
Only nigga rode the Greyhound more
Than me was probably Bootyhead
And we got them oranges like hookah heads
Nigga, yeah
And we got them oranges like hookah heads
No deal, on chill, I feel like Icewood in '04
You could never play with me
I send the Navy to your door
I got niggas throwin' 5s
I got niggas throwin' 4s
I got niggas out in college
I got niggas on the road
I got niggas in the kitchen
I got niggas in the stoves
Put my heart up to the money
But it's never at no hoes
Tryna touch a hundred million, nigga
That's a real goal
Heard they didn't need a statement
And a nigga still told
I'm runnin' back touchdowns
You niggas kickin' field goals
Heard you run off with some money
And you niggas still broke
You would've tried that shit with me
I would've killed your kinfolks
I don't play games with niggas
This ain't no Nintendo
Heard you run off with some money
And you niggas still broke
You would've tried that shit with me
I would've killed your kinfolks, nigga
I would've killed your kinfolks
I ain't playin' games with niggas
This ain't no Nintendo, nigga