Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5500 Degrees , by - Est GeeRelease date: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5500 Degrees |
| If I ain’t a young shiner, then what do you call that? |
| Fuckin' niggas' hoes, he mad, textin' in all caps |
| Beef broad day, lay a nigga 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 |
| Niggas 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 shit, your head be swollen |
| Yeah, I’ll hit your mans up |
| Six hundred in hundreds, this shit there make 'em stand up |
| Run around actin' tough, but you not, boy |
| Where the cold bitches lookin' for the hot boys? |
| Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city |
| I ain’t stoppin' shit, catch me if you can |
| Just this month, sixty G’s off pants |
| I’m not, I’m not fuckin' 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' |
| Opps ain’t had a sixty-day stretch without dyin' |
| Y’all got all that gangster shit down except slidin' |
| You ain’t grind three days straight without hidin' |
| Gave Bands twenty-five, we ain’t takin' no time |
| Ayy, throw it off the glass, I’ma dunk it (Come here) |
| Since y’all niggas 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 |
| Bitch said she in love with who? |
| Ten on the ground, 'bout a dub in the roof |
| I’m a thug with a tool |
| Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn’t get the pipe in |
| Every nigga '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 nigga, 21, I’m walkin' shit 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 niggas off your block |
| I bet you we don’t let them niggas get off no shots |
| Come through, show a nigga how to slide |
| Last night, I fucked 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 |
| 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 |
| Niggas 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 shit |
| Like I don’t make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed |
| I’m short, but I’ll lift a nigga 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 fuck (Haha) |
| I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this shit luck |
| Tell the owner tell security chill, 'cause none of us gettin' touched |
| When I find out where you niggas hide out, one y’all gettin' crushed |
| I’m like, «Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y’all gettin' 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 goin' too crazy, I’m the Wayne of this new generation, niggas fugazi |
| They can’t fuck with us no type of way, these niggas 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» |