widowtheactivist – {no authority} **500 degrees** lyrics
[chorus]
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b+tch
i just blew a check b+tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wesson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lesson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b+tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f+ck on me yeah (tryna f+ck, tryna f+ck)
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b+tch
i just blew a check b+tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wеsson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lеsson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b+tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f+ck on me yeah (tryna f+ck, tryna f+ck)
[verse]
i’m the chrome heart don
ran up to the spot, and now he laying on the lawn
never number two b+tch, always number one
and i’m rocking all these trues b+tch, all the f+ckin’ time
and i feel like sosa, yeah (feel like sosa, yeah)
man i feel like sosa, yeah (man i feel like sosa, yeah)
young n+gga glo’d up, yeah (young n+gga glo’d up, yeah)
young n+gga glo’d up, yeah (young n+gga glo’d up, yeah)
young n+gga growin’ up, yeah (young n+gga growin’ up, yeah)
young n+gga keep a pole, yeah (young n+gga keep a pole, yeah)
and i used to wanna ride 24s, yeah
now a young n+gga ballin’ mose’ malone, yeah
used to sleep on the motherf+ckin’ floor, yeah
now i got all these hoes in my phone, yeah
bad b+tch, drop it low, yeah
he a bum, he be playin’ with his nose, yeah
[chorus]
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b+tch
i just blew a check b+tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wesson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lesson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b+tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f+ck on me yeah (tryna f+ck, tryna f+ck)
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b+tch
i just blew a check b+tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wesson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lesson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b+tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f+ck on me yeah (tryna f+ck, tryna f+ck)
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