5500 Degrees (Keymix) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayy, if I ain't a big flexer, then what do you call that? (Call that)
Fifty five young n*ggas my killers in all black (Brrt)
Think I roll with all dice, this hitters be all strapped (Ayy)
I'm really on b*tches lead, these b*tches be all cap (They all cap)
Ayo with that sound advanced got that sh*t I ain't still spend it yet
Raw b*tch, you hoes ain't living like that off the internet (On God)
I'm taking b*tches spot and way I'm spitting they won't get it back
Let my n*gga listen to your sh*t, and he ain't feeling that
Wrap me up a bag in a pandemic having plenty, yeah
b*tches 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 f*ck with the blogs I get these b*tches ain't f*cking with me
I'm the one, f*ck your top five, booked, and really outside
Let a n*gga play then it's up it's just the bottom line
Light a n*gga up we 'bout to leave his ass traumatized
Pull up with the stars, my new zodiac the dollar sign
Ayy, I can't be f*cked 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 b*tches necks"
These hoes tryna link up with 'key, I'm like who y'all?
Said these b*tches timed next to me short and duval
I'm coming hard, and I'm coming at dawn, n*gga blue boss
I came in the game, moving b*tches ride around like a U-Haul, yeah