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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

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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

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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

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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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