5500 Degrees Lyrics

Straight off the dome,

Bih,this a freestyle,

I got too much shit to say, Figured out the tool like niggas and bitches ,

But I ain't trippin', that it's gay ,

That mean it's bisexual,

Nigga say it again,

that mean it go every way,

Oh, he a flexer, he gon' flex to hoes

Just too act like he got pape,

Broke in plenty cars and windows

Too,

Just tryna cop my own str8,

Ain't no way, she told me leave the pole at home,

Bih this a double date,

Bitch, since 15 , bitch, I been grown

Thought the court my only way,

Now you gotta deal with that shit all on your own,

Behind the L ,

If you put a K,

Cause we coming,

TwoK, go hard on the mic like Dre,

But lil ho' I ain't from Compton,

I'm just that nigga from section 8,

Puttin' his life on the mic, Ion' do no stunt'n, Come tap in, I got the runtz,

And Ian' gon' be at this shit for long By 21, I'ma be a don,

Ion' know how long this shit gon' take, But Im knowing I'ma get it done

The list filled up, you gotta wait Too late, I already know that I'm the one,

That they waitin' on,

Yeah I'm goin' hard, but I ain't begun,

Finna' give 'em some else new to hate on,

Hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on

Bring this shit back in finna come switch the flow up,

Told the ho', leave the bullshit at home, she still came with it

He standing up for ho' shit on his own, I still can't feel it,

I got my flow and motion on my own, niggas Still runnin' with it

Better watch back, nigga, this is dirty Chrome' it aint seen somethin' in a minute,

No lie, Just cause im puttin this shit ina' song, Don't mean it ain't true, just cause it rhyme,

You Better off shopping with us,

Nigga turn me up, Before I take you down,

Hollows they gone stop a bus,

Or,

I want 223, I love the sound,

Finna leave the hoe alone, I'm on my grind

She think I wanna play with her mind Nah, that ain't me

So geeked up , I started flyin',

Just to Get the bullshit out of reach,

Told the hoe, she better off fuckin my partner, Thinking you gon' get some out of me ,

This real promethazine,

Ion' need no doctor, Pour it up, this shit melatonin to me,

Now hold on,

I can go acapella, and say fuck this beat,

If it's smoke, just let it be known I'ma aiming to clear everything on his street,

The police went and took the chrome,

Soon as I got used to hearing it squeeze,but

I'm standing on my actions on my own,

God must've knew ,something was gone end deceased

Yeah, he did,

now that I think about it Every time I get a pole, this shit repeat

Told Youngin don't blank about it,

We gon' get his ass ,

Soon as he think she sweet, I don't know what you do

For your respect, but I know me, I go OD Whole time I'm doin' this ho' dont love me

So I make her get on her knees,

Make her drop,

Everywhere I go,

I got footprints in the streets

They say, why you thug so fuckin' hard?,

Cause I'm tryna be rich by 17

3 catch 'em Loafing and he pull his card, I would've did it,

But that ain't nun too me,

Should've told the teacher I was innocent D.A. tryin' to sentence me,

The only thing I hate is a clone, be better off havin a mini me,

Cause you ain't got no motion on your own,

You just hear what I say, and you wanna repeat

Hold on I got something else to say,

You hoes ain't shit, I already peeped,

It hoes all around the fuckin' world,

Why the fuck you think you special to me?

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Cause you really ain't

The dirt I put in, you gotta clean with bleach The dirt you touch, could've used the sank

When I touch a million, know it gon' mean somethin' Everybody poor around my way,

Free Thug, Free YSL,

Might have a bih wear a skirt to hide the K,

Haha