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

E-e-e-energy made this one

If I ain't a young shiner, then what do you call that?

Fuckin' ****' hoes, he mad textin' in all caps

Beef broad day, lay a **** down, wave cap

Overkill, drill spin at the buildin' the wake at

I'll be on what I'm on if I ain't rappin'

And it really wasn't no stressin', till them members came back

**** shook, finally 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 called sayin' 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 damn near can stand up

Runnin' 'round actin' tough but you not, boy

Where the cold bitches lookin' for the hot boys?

Fifty and a glizzy, I run my city

I ain't stoppin' shit, catch me if you can

Just this month sixty Gs off pants

I'm not, I'm not fuckin' no fan

Runnin' 'round with the top down

Sixty-five grams, ten of it is top side, offline

I done made a couple Ms a year without tryin'

Well now, the opps ain't had a sixty day stretch without dyin'

Y'all got all that gangsta shit down except slidin'

You ain't grind three days straight without hidin'

Gave Bands twenty-five, we ain't takin' no time

Aye, throw it off the glass, I'ma dunk it

Say y'all **** 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 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 **** 'round me havin' motion like a tight end

Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew but I picked him up in my toy

L with the coolin' system, I bought it for a hot boy

Did a feature with a ****, 21, I'm walkin' shit like Deion

His city said he a rat, so I had to send him back a refund

Say Dugg, that car right there look like it got narcs in 'em

We the ones who ride around with more shots than a bartender

I bet you we'll get them **** off yo' block

I bet you we don't let them **** get off no shots

Come through, show a **** how to slide

Last night I fucked a booster, woke up text everybody size

Played plain janes, but now I'm goin' bust downs

And Zelle the ho the rack to make sure that they touch down

Shouldn't been ridin' with him when them bullets start flyin'

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 town

**** really starve till we start bringin' that big 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 **** ass up

Way before coronavirus, I had them young-ins masked up

Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup

And you can't post an 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 **** 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 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

**** Fugazi, they can't fuck with us no type of way

These **** 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"