EST Gee - 5500 Degrees lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse 1: EST Gee] If I ain't a young shiner, then what do you call that? fu*kin' ni**as' hoes, he mad, textin' in all caps Beef broad day, lay a ni**a 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 ni**as 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 fu*kin' 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 ni**as 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 ni**a '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 ni**a, 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 ni**as off your block I bet you we don't let them ni**as get off no shots Come through, show a ni**a how to slide Last night, I fu*ked 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 ni**as 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 ni**a 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 fu*k (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 ni**as hide out, one y'all gettin' crushed I'm like, "Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y'all gettin' fu*ked" 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, ni**as fugazi They can't fu*k with us no type of way, these ni**as 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"