500 Degreez

(albüm: Trap Art - 2021)

Fuck it up yo baby daddy can't fuck wit us
Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch
You kno I'm fuckin wit yo friends
I kno you fuckin wit my manz
Throwin 4s fo da crips throwing bottles out da whip
Headshot don't miss I need pros from yo bitch
Bankrolls on da flo I need more I need more
Get low lil whore ol lord ol lord

(Yea I'm hot) it's 500 degrees on da block
Mr cashed out crip I got blood on my kicks
On hood tho betta put cho feelings in yo FN
F him if he wanna fall in love like best friends
Fell in love with you my little red bone two tone
Can't go no where to wit out my boots on
Say buckle up she buckle up cheap shoes
Just fuck it up Just fuck it up for troops (BDE)
Yea yea I'm from da hood but I fuck with da team
Young rich ass nigga sippin hella codeine
But I'm notta doffene bitch I still keep uh stick
Rich nigga stay lit shouts out to yo bitch
I ain't finna go broke wanna mansion and a tower
Put respect on my name mo money mo power
I fuck witchu just how you fuck wit me you kno I'm stuck with you
You stuck with me just like I'm stuck wit you you bet not fall in love

Fuck it up yo baby daddy can't fuck wit us
Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch
You kno I'm fuckin wit yo friends
I kno you fuckin wit my manz
Throwin 4s fo da crips throwing bottles out da whip
Headshot don't miss I need pros from yo bitch
Bankrolls on da flo I need more I need more
Get low lil whore ol lord ol lord

Betta play dead muthafucka
I'm all about my bread muthafucka
How many niggas in you circle
How many bitches that chu fuckin and you knowing they'll set you up
Give all my money to my baby nigga
Give uh fuck about no baby sitta
Too much money I can't fit inside my pocket
Too much money I can't fold inside dis wallet hood
Bitch I'm back in action and I'm on
Rich nigga put da hood on
Never fold never did da predicament I was in
I guaranteed winner a natural born sinner
My moma told me keep it on me when you in the hood
But it's good I got it on me wish a nigga would
And I it's 500 degrees on the block
The bitches got they knees sweaten weaves on da block block block

Fuck it up yo baby daddy can't fuck wit us
Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch
You kno I'm fuckin wit yo friends
I kno you fuckin wit my manz
Throwin 4s fo da crips throwing bottles out da whip
Headshot don't miss I need pros from yo bitch
Bankrolls on da flo I need more I need more
Get low lil whore ol lord ol lord