400 Degreez Chords by Juvenile

_ [Eb] _ [Gm] You see me I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap.
You see that 9A Mercedes on TV, I bought that.
I had some felony charges, I bought that.
Been sent to Norwood Crime, I still was ball back.
Niggas threw some snacks at me, what do y'all call that?
I punished them, the bitches, before they could call that.
Now I'm looking for that family, it's part of the walk.
If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that?
Niggas disrespect me, I'mma be in [D] all black.
Coming to buy [Gm] some niggas, about killing and all that.
B-Corey and Musty in the dog.
Ride top down, so we let the trucks pop.
MFT ride 4D.
I'm [Eb] booted up, now these niggas claiming they know me.
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_ _ _ [Gm] Bitch what?
I bust your ass up.
Don't even go there, what?
Cause I'm ready to pass up.
I heard about the money, that's a nice change.
For the right price, I bust the right bank.
All of them niggas try, I can do the right thing.
Only God knows what the future might bring.
Nigga might be shot, nigga might be trifling.
Nigga might survive, if he bout that right fling.
With something, that'll stop a nigga from playing.
[D] Something like a chopper or [Gm] a grenade in his hand.
Boy look, nigga don't play no games no more.
Nigga will bust your head if you bang his hoe.
Attitude adjustments, they all need.
[D] Fuck all the law enforcement, nigga call me.
I [Gm] betcha I get them niggas off your block.
I betcha I show them niggas this boy hot.
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Hot boy.
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_ _ [Gm] Alright stop it, cause I done had enough.
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust.
Baby let me get the keys to the Goba truck.
Man let me get this beef shit over bruh.
Ain't no witness here, I'm from the lawyer bruh.
This shit be paid, that's what was told to us.
How I'ma be running with these killers in Bangin' Times.
How I'ma look in front of my people like a clown.
In the G-Club, we live by and we [D] die by.
The book is what we [Gm] never will abide by.
Niggas drive by, getting loose.
Move them with each other like a checkerboard and a rule.
Up in Concert, all the wise niggas.
[Cm] Up in New York, you keep them open to watch, nigga.
Before [Gm] you get fled by a dead or retaliant.
All fine young black female stallions.
Give me the keys of your car and your medallion.
You fall away from your home using alien.
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