5500 Degrees (Keymix)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, if I ain't a big flexer, then what do you call that? (Call that)
Fifty five young niggas my killers in all black (Brrt)
Think I roll with all dice, this hitters be all strapped (Ayy)
I'm really on bitches lead, these bitches be all cap (They all cap)
Ayo with that sound advanced got that shit I ain't still spend it yet
Raw bitch, you hoes ain't living like that off the internet (On God)
I'm taking bitches spot and way I'm spitting they won't get it back
Let my nigga listen to your shit, and he ain't feeling that
Wrap me up a bag in a pandemic having plenty, yeah
Bitches payin' homage in my city, like I'm Nicki, yeah
The rollie twenty five, I bust it down I'm spendin' fifty, yeah
I ain't fuck with the blogs I get these bitches ain't fucking with me
I'm the one, fuck your top five, booked, and really outside
Let a nigga play then it's up it's just the bottom line
Light a nigga up we 'bout to leave his ass traumatized
Pull up with the stars, my new zodiac the dollar sign
Ayy, I can't be fucked with, like I'm signer baby
I'm 'bout to drop and I'ma give these hoes a reason to hate me
But touchin' G's since sixteen I need mills', next boss told me "I'ma do my part you stay on bitches necks"
These hoes tryna link up with 'key, I'm like who y'all?
Said these bitches timed next to me short and duval
I'm coming hard, and I'm coming at dawn, nigga blue boss
I came in the game, moving bitches ride around like a U-Haul, yeah