Qua4g - 400 BAR$ (Pt.1) Lyrics

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 f*ckin' 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...