5500 Degrees lyrics

by

42 Dugg


[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
If I ain't a young shiner, then what do you call that?
f*ckin' n*ggas' hoes, he mad, textin' in all caps
Beef broad day, lay a n*gga down, wave cap
Overkill drill, spin at the building the wake at
I'd be on what I'm on if I ain't rap
And it really wasn't no stressin' 'til them members came back
n*ggas shook, family know we ain't playin' no more
Real trapper, hit my dope like my hand was broke
He on Insta' with all the smoke, but call sayin' he don't
You get pistol whipped for some petty sh*t, your head be swollen

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Yeah, I'll hit your mans up
Six hundred in hundreds, this sh*t there make 'em stand up
Run around actin' tough, but you not, boy
Where the cold b*tches lookin' for the hot boys?
Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city
I ain't stoppin' sh*t, catch me if you can
Just this month, sixty G's off pants
I'm not, I'm not f*ckin' no fan
Ridin' 'round with the top down
Sixty-five grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin'
I done made a couple M's a year without tryin'
[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Opps ain't had a sixty-day stretch without dyin'
Y'all got all that gangster sh*t down except slidin'
You ain't grind three days straight without hidin'
Gave Bands twenty-five, we ain't takin' no time

[Verse 4: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, throw it off the glass, I'ma dunk it (Come here)
Since y'all n*ggas apes, I don't mind killin' 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 an eight of that drank
b*tch said she in love with who?
Ten on the ground, 'bout a dub in the roof
I'm a thug with a tool

[Verse 5: Rylo Rodriguez]
Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn't get the pipe in
Every n*gga 'round me having motion like a tight end
Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew, but I picked him up in my twin
L with the coolant system, I bought it for a hotboy
Did a feature with a n*gga, 21, I'm walkin' sh*t like Deion
His city say he a rat, so I had to send him back a refund
Say, Dot, that car right there look like it got the narcs in it
We the ones who ridin' 'round with more shots than the bartenders
I bet you we'll get them n*ggas off your block
I bet you we don't let them n*ggas get off no shots
Come through, show a n*gga how to slide
Last night, I f*cked a booster, woke up, text everybody size
Played plain janes, but now I'm goin' bustdowns
And Zelle the ho a rack to make sure that they touch down
[Verse 6: EST Gee]
She ain't been ridin' with 'em when them bullets start flyin'
Carpet same color snow if his head brown
We ain't got no protein in Louisville, this a brick town
A blicky in your glizzy with a switchy, you can't miss town
n*ggas really starved 'til we started bringin' that big round
Mix it with the rizzy, give that lil' dog a pit growl
Like I ain't the one who started this sh*t
Like I don't make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed

[Verse 7: Lil Baby]
I'm short, but I'll lift a n*gga ass up
Way before coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up (Mask up)
Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup (Straight)
And you can't post an Instagram model one of us can't f*ck (Haha)
I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this sh*t luck
Tell the owner tell security chill, 'cause none of us gettin' touched
When I find out where you n*ggas hide out, one y'all gettin' crushed
I'm like, "Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y'all gettin' f*cked"
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 goin' too crazy, I'm the Wayne of this new generation, n*ggas fugazi
They can't f*ck with us no type of way, these n*ggas too lazy
I'm cut from a different type of cloth, I don't know who raised 'em
Every time I pop out, I hear women screamin', "Ooh, Baby"
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