5500 Degrees (feat. Lil Baby, 42 Dugg & Rylo Rodriguez)

(Enrgy made this one) 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 600 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? 50 in the glizzy, I run my city I ain't stoppin' shit, catch me if you can Just this month, 60 G's off pants I'm not, I'm not fuckin' no fan Ridin' 'round with the top down 65 grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin' I done made a couple M's a year without tryin' Opps done had a 60-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 25, we ain't takin' no time Ayy, throw it off the glass, I'ma dunk it (come here) Said 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 Paid 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 20 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"