[Intro]
Drum Dummie

[Verse]
I'm from the bottom, whip that soft, that's what we play there
From Dracos to cutters, everything, I slang that
I got a couple n***as mad, give me my dick back
Tryna fuck your daughter in her ass, do she like that?
Bat a n***a in his shit and make that n***a fight back
I ain't scared of shit, Block told me, "You better not stop that"
N***a shot my brother six times, you know we cancer that
Out the window with that stick, you know how I get down with that
Rat n***a in a monkey suit, you know what them bullets do
Ask the last n***a who was walkin', is he bulletproof?
B-A-B-Y, you know J-O-E
That lil' n***a out his mind, he be steppin' for free
He smoke with Joe to cool his nerves before he handle his business
Pop a Perky, out his mind, so he gon' step on the Whitney
I heard it's money on his head but he died in the trenches
Better put insurance on him 'fore the creatures come get him
Shit, we be gettin' it, know we with it, bitch, we strapped with them poles
And we come through hollerin' that bottom, bitch we bangin' that four
And chopper bullets rip his body, leave his shit on the floor
I call Lil Fred, he out his body, shit, my n***a on go

[Chorus]
Feelin' like Juvenile, shit, you know, 400 Degreez
I hop out Glen Street with this big .223
Choppers and red beams'll clear the whole scene
And I don't give a fuck who outside
Feelin' like Juvenile, shit, you know, 400 Degreez
I hop out Glen Street with this big .223
Feelin' like Juvenile, shit, you know, 400 Degreez
I hop out Glen Street with this big .223
Choppers and red beams'll clear the whole scene
And I don't give a fuck who outside
Choppers and red beams'll clear the whole scene
And I don't give a fuck who outside