Lucci Lou - 400 Degreez lyrics

[Verse 1: August Alsina] See me, I ain't never been no whack n***a I never that n***a, I was in the trap n***a I see your girl choosing, I'mma rap with her If I get to her the crib, it's a wrap n***a She called me so I can beat it up I got your girl hooked, now she can't get enough I ain't got a legs wide in the back of my truck Then her a** on the inside when I bust my nut Oh that's your homie and how you drove Talking that sh**, n***a don't get stoked b**h what? I'll bust ya a** up Don't even go there boy cause I'm ready to mans up [Hook: August Alsina] You don't want to f** with me [Verse 2: August Alsina] Black on black, 150 yeah I copped that In the front of the club is where I parked at Hat to the back, snaps in the front Sipping on Ciroc, puffing on a blunt n***as checking ID, so I gotta get lost Head to the crib when I get a phone call Never been the one to brag 'bout the hoes I got But when I'm finished with that a**, she say this boy hot [Hook: August Alsina] You don't want to f** with me If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that? I bet you I'll show them n***as this boy hot [Verse 3: August Alsina] That's it, I done had enough n***as talking crazy, hot starting to fuss Boy look, n***a don't play no games no more n***a'll bust ya head if you bang his throat n***a please, I'm always strapped And we can bang bang or rat ta tat tat And you can lay it down on the ground, face flat Thinking you a bad boy in this b**h, chase that I heard about the cash, that's a nice chain And for the right price, I'll bust the right brain All this for a hoe, n***a so lame Got you thinking she the one, n***a trifling Give me head while we driving down the fast lane Look back when I hit it from the back mane Got her bragging to her girls 'bout the dick game And when you hit it she be yelling out my name, August [Hook: August Alsina] If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that? I bet you I'll show them n***as this boy hot [Verse 3: Lucci Lou] You see me, I'm getting free sh** and toss that New Jaguar, black on black, n***a I bought that Called 'em in charge, b**h I fall back Tired of going hard, I brought the soft back Lucci, that's a nice chain Reach for it, f** around and lose your life mane Like n***as do the right thing I be laying in the box of the choir saying Let me get the keys to the Audi truck Wife new sentence, n***as daughtered up New Maccie loving can't a n***a follow us Oh these b**hes just mad cause the b**hes swallow us Boy look, n***a don't play no games no more n***a'll bust your head and still bang your hoe sh**, I'm always strapped Thinking you a bad boy, well n***a take that [Hook: August Alsina] You don't want to f** with me You don't want to f** with me