Est Gee feat. Lil Baby, 42 Dugg and Rylo Rodriguez Lyrics
"5500 Degrees"

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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
Over kill drill, spin at the building the wake at
I'll be on what I'm on if I ain't rap
And it really was no stressin' 'til them members came back
Nigga 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
Get you pistol whipped for some petty shit, your head be swole

Yeah, I hit yo' mans up
Six hunnid in hunnids, this shit there make 'em stand up
Runnin' around actin' tough but you not, boy
Where the cold bitches looking 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 on pants
I'm not, I'm not fuckin' no fan
Ridin' 'round wit the top down (why?)
Sixty-five grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin'
I done made a couple M's a year without tryin'

Yeah, the opps ain't have 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 Bandz 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'on'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 a eight of that drank
Bitch said she in love, with who?
Ten on the ground 'bout a dub in the roof
I'ma thug with a tool

Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn't get the pipe in
Every nigga 'round me havin' motion like a tight end
Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew but I picked him up in my toy
Ar with the coolin' system, I bought it for a hot boy
Did a feature with that nigga 21, I'm walkin' shit like Deion
His city say he a rat, so I had to send 'em back a refund
Say, dawg, that car right there look like it got narcs in 'em
We the ones who ridin' 'round with more shots then a bartender
I bet you will get them niggas off yo' block
I bet you we don't let them niggas get off no shots
Come through, show them niggas how to slide
Last night I fucked a booster, woke up texted everybody size
Played plain janes, but now I'm goin' bustdowns
And Zelle the ho the racks to make sure that they touchdown

She ain't been ridin' wit 'em when them bullets start flyin'
Carpet same color snow if his head brown
We ain't got no pro-team in Louisville, this a brick town
A fifty in yo' glizzy with a switch you can't miss town
Niggas really starved 'til we start bringin' that big round
Mix it with the resi', give that lil' dog a pick ground
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 nigga ass up
Way before Coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up
Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup
And you can't post a 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 gettin' touched
When I find out where you niggas hide out, one of y'all gettin crushed
I'm like, "Fine, I might come out and vibe but one of y'all gettin' fucked"
Got her flyin', this 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"