500 Degreez - Haiti Babii

Fuck it up yo baby daddy can’t fw us

Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch

You kno I’m fw yo friends ik 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 codene

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 Im 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 fw us

Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch

You kno I’m fw yo friends ik 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 mf I’m all about my bread mf

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

To much money I can’t fit inside my pocket

To 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 I’m 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 kness sweaten weaves

on da block block block

Fuck it up yo baby daddy can’t fw us

Double dutch dat choppa make him double Dutch

You kno I’m fw yo friends ik 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