5500 Degrees Lyrics by EST Gee (feat. Lil Baby, 42 Dugg & Rylo Rodriguez)
If I ain’t a young shiner than what do you call that
Fucking n*****’ hoes, he mad texting in all caps
Beef all day, lay a n**** down wave cap
Overkill, drill spin up the building they wake at
I’ll be on what I’m on if I ain’t rappin
And it really wasn’t no stressing, ’til them members came back
N**** shook, finally know we ain’t playing no more
Real trapper, hit my dope like my hand was broke
He on Insta’ with all the smoke but called saying he don’t
Bitch get pistol whipped for some petty shit, yo’ head be swoll
Yeah
I’ll hit yo’ mans up
Six hunnid in hundreds this shit, this shit damn near can stand up
Running ’round acting tough but you not, boy
Where the cold bitches looking for the hot boys
Fifty and a glizzy, I run my city
I ain’t stopping shit, catch me if you can
Just this month sixty Gs off pants
I’m not, I’m not fucking no fan
Running ’round with the top down
Sixty-five grams, ten of it top side, stop lying
I done made couple Ms a year without trying
The opps ain’t had a sixty day stretch without dying
Y’all got all that gangsta shit down except sliding
You ain’t grind three days straight without hiding
Gave Bands twenty-five, we ain’t taking no time
Aye throw it off the glass, I’ma dunk it
Say y’all n***** apes I don’t mind killing monkeys
Don’t step back, white buffs, no ice, these plain
Posted in the hood all ten of my chains
Big 30 on me off a eight of that drank
Bitch said she in love with who?
Ten on the ground, ’bout a dub on the roof
I’ma thug with a tool
Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn’t get the pipe in
Every n**** ’round me having motion like a tight end
Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew but I picked him up in my toy
L with the cooling system, I bought it for a hot boy
Get a feature with a n**** 21 I’m walking shit like Deion
The six said he a rat so I had to send him back a refund
Say Dugg, that car right there look like got narcs in ’em
We the ones who ride around with more shots than a bartender
I bet you we’ll get them n***** off yo’ block
I bet you we don’t let them n***** get off no shots
Come through, show a n**** how to slide
Last night before the rooster, woke up text everybody slide
They plain janes now I’m going bust downs
I tell ’em to hold a rack to make sure that they touch down
Shouldn’t been riding with him when them bullets start flying
Car fit same color snow if it’s hit brown
We ain’t got no pro team in Louisville, this a brick town
A fifty in yo’ glizzy with a switchy you can’t miss them
N***** really starve till we start bringing that bic round
Mix it with the rizzy, give that lil dawg a pit growl
Like I ain’t the one who started this shit
Like I don’t make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed
I’m short but I’ll lift a n**** ass up
Way before coronavirus, I had them young-ins masked up
Tired of soda bottles, I pour four inside my cup
And you can’t post an Instagram model, one of us can’t fuck
I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this shit luck
Tell the owner tell security chill, ’cause none of us getting touched
When I find out where you n***** hide out, one of y’all getting crushed
I’m like fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y’all getting fucked
Got the finest car, one of a kind, I don’t slow down for much
I got twenty million cash now, and still ain’t near enough
I’m going too crazy, I’m the Wayne of this new generation
N***** fugazi, they can’t fuck with us no type of way
These n***** too lazy, I’m cut from a different type of cloth, I don’t know who raised them
Every time I pop out, I hear women screaming, “Ooh, Baby”
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