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

Feezie Productions Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood Which one you workin'? Buy two, you servin' And that hatе, get back and forth with the court like Julius Ervin' I could'vе bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it, it was a virgin I'ma chase that paper 'til I'm tired, nigga had a rest They wear this carb', he still die, but he had a vest Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects yet I signed a deal then my city on a private jet I rock Fear of God, I ain't never feared a nigga yet All of us got bankrolls, we do not flex with each other's checks And these hoes know I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm fresh out the barn I'm dropping my addy, she call that baby shit 'round me, the foreign Dior, walk, VLONE, walk Model, walk, she don't suck dick, walk Plug walk, draco, walk Now he can't walk Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Niggas punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on No knock, just sign me for the meals, I prolly fuck it off Won't put my BM in the Benz, I heard she fuckin' off I been out here grindin', Rollie timin', yeah, we wildin' Baby prayed the lawyer since I made five hunnid thousand Presi', Presi', Patek, they like, "Doggybone a problem" I ain't go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh Seen two mill' in blues, he don't even fuck with Bloods 'Cause I want twenty for a show, but still I ask, "How much the club got?" Can't wait 'til they left bud, a'ight, I'm done playin' games Won't switch for not a bitch, then hear my son sayin', "Change" Like we made it, I signed a deal for a couple hun', I moved that shit in Vegas If not fine, then I'm with Baby, if not Baby, I'm with Ced So many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin' meds VLONE, walk Model, walk, she don't suck dick, walk Plug walk, draco, walk Now he can't walk Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Niggas punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on Hunnid bands and Birkin bags, my girl don't need no OnlyFans I go crazy every shot I get, like this my only chance I run through a million cash so much, I need another hand I just hope the play not play with me, we gon' fuck up the plan I just heard he said he rich as me, I know he wish he was Don't know what they kid gon' pull up in, I just keep switchin' up I had racks before my buzz, if they know, they know what's up Ain't too many niggas in Atlanta sold more bags than us Rylo went new cat on 'em, Dugg got four hunnid racks on 'em I just sit, laid back, chill, I could bust they ass, for real Bitch all in my comments, makin' jokes like I be poppin' pills Boy, you know what's up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real Dior, walk, VLONE, walk Model, walk, she don't suck dick, walk Plug walk, draco, walk Now he can't walk Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Niggas punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on Bitch

(Free dem boys, free dem boys) Pandemic almost over, what you say? (Where that paper at?) Will used to be a killer, but you done changed Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy You ain't going for a thing, I used to praise him (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients) I still miss my niggas V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin' On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down Fanta lookin' dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie All the drug dealers wanna book me Paid to get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pussy And I'm kinda schooled, don't shit, beat you triple Ask about me, youngin', dawg, he always on the mission Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different If he ain't dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (swear) You ain't into suckin' dick, you don't need my number All about the money, all about the bag Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with 'Cats Spin the block on 'em, throw them bitches at his neck Can't forget about me, bitches know I'm still the catch Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched I still miss my niggas V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin' On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down Fanta lookin' dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie Know I fuck with James Harden but I'll never leave the rocket 'Fore I let her waste my time, I put on all my watches Thousand dollar jeans, my momma told me something that's outta pocket Literally holdin' 30 pairs of Amiri jeans 'Member doin' shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that My folks shared a hotel with the gang, I brought like four hundred back Ridin' 'round with pistols in our laps, we ain't runnin' no track Lot of niggas cap, I'on't wanna boss but I took off my hat I was 20 years old when I stole my momma coat, we was at TJ Maxx Now it's foreigns in the driveway, which one I'm gon' drive today? Told the opps, "I got manners, one of you niggas wanna die today?" Dumpin' back, hangin' out the window, have 'em dancin' like Sada Baby Know a Blood don't watch football 'less he bang 'gainst the Redskins 20 racks on Cuban links, not African-American Put them chains on then went way faster Feel like a ex-slave master I still miss my niggas V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch (trip in this bitch) I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too Bust down Richard but my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin' On Reese, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down Fanta lookin' dirty, 36 for a pound, not cookie All the drug dealers wanna book me Still movin', talkin' 'bout no cookies All the drug dealers wanna book me All the drug dealers wanna book All the drug dealers wanna book me

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah