EST GEE feat LIL BABY, 42 DUGG, RYLO RODRIGUEZ – 5500 Degrees Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano

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This song is from the album Bigger Than Life Or Death(2021), released on 21 July 2021. The vocals are by Est Gee , Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, Rylo Rodriguez, the music is produced by Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg, EST Gee , Enrgy Beats, and the lyrics are written by Enrgy Beats.
This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 95 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.

 
Original Key: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 95
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
 
 Gm
 (Enrgy made this one)

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 If I ain’t a young shiner, then what do you call that?
 Gm
 Fuckin’ niggas’ hoes, he mad, textin’ in all caps
 Gm
 Beef broad day, lay a nigga down, wave cap
 Gm
 Overkill drill, spin at the building the wake at
 Gm
 I’d be on what I’m on if I ain’t rap
 Gm
 And it really wasn’t no stressin’ ’til them members came back
 Gm
 Niggas shook, family know we ain’t playin’ no more
 Gm
 Real trapper, hit my dope like my hand was broke
 Gm
 He on Insta’ with all the smoke, but call sayin’ he don’t
 Gm
 You get pistol whipped for some petty shit, your head be swollen

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 Yeah, I’ll hit your mans up
 Gm
 600, 800, this shit there make ’em stand up
 Gm
 Run around actin’ tough, but you not, boy
 Gm
 Where the cold bitches lookin’ for the hot boys?
 Gm
 Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city
 Gm
 I ain’t stoppin’ shit, catch me if you can
 Gm
 Just this month, sixty G’s off pants
 Gm
 I’m not, I’m not fuckin’ no fan
 Gm
 Ridin’ ’round with the top down
 Gm
 Sixty five grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin’
 Gm
 I done made a couple M’s a year without tryin’

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 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 Opps done had a sixty day stretch without dyin’
 Gm
 Y’all got all that gangster shit down except slidin’
 Gm
 Hit him, grind three days straight without hidin’
 Gm
 Gave Bands twenty five, we ain’t takin’ no time

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 Ayy, throw it off the glass, I’ma dunk it (Come here)
 Gm
 Said y’all niggas apes, I don’t mind killin’ monkeys
 Gm
 Don’t step back
 Gm
 White buffs, no eye displayin’
 Gm
 Posted in the hood, all ten of my chains
 Gm
 Big 30 on me, off an eight of that drank
 Gm
 Bitch said she in love with who?
 Gm
 Ten on the ground, ’bout a dub in the roof
 Gm
 I’m a thug with a tool

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn’t get the pipe in
 Gm
 Every nigga ’round me having motion like a tight end
 Gm
 Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew, but I picked him up in my twin
 Gm
 L with the coolant system, I bought it for a hotboy
 Gm
 Did a feature with a nigga, 21, I’m walkin’ shit like Deion
 Gm
 His city say he a rat, so I had to send him back a refund
 Gm
 Say, Dot, that car right there look like it got the narcs in it
 Gm
 We the ones who ridin’ ’round with more shots than the bartenders
 Gm
 I bet you we’ll get them niggas off your block
 Gm
 I bet you we don’t let them niggas get off no shots
 Gm
 Come through, show a nigga how to slide
 Gm
 Last night, I fucked a booster, woke up, text everybody size
 Gm
 Paid plain janes, but now I’m goin’ bustdowns
 Gm
 And Zelle the ho a rack to make sure that they touch down

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 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 She ain’t been ridin’ with ’em when them bullets start flyin’
 Gm
 Carpet same color snow if his head brown
 Gm
 We ain’t got no protein in Louisville, this a brick town
 Gm
 A blicky in your glizzy with a switchy, you can’t miss town
 Gm
 Niggas really starved ’til we started bringin’ that big round
 Gm
 Mix it with the rizzy, give that lil’ dog a pit growl
 Gm
 Like I ain’t the one who started this shit
 Gm
 Like I don’t make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed

 [VERSE] 
 Gm
 I’m short, but I’ll lift a nigga ass up
 Gm
 Way before coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up (Mask up)
 Gm
 Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup (Straight)
 Gm
 And you can’t post an Instagram model one of us can’t fuck (Haha)
 Gm
 I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this shit luck
 Gm
 Tell the owner tell security chill, ’cause none of us gettin’ touched
 Gm
 When I find out where you niggas hide out, one y’all gettin’ crushed
 Gm
 I’m like, “Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y’all gettin’ fucked”
 Gm
 Got the finest car, one of a kind, I don’t slow down for much
 Gm
 I got twenty million cash now and still ain’t near enough
 Gm
 I’m goin’ too crazy, I’m the Wayne of this new generation, niggas fugazi
 Gm
 They can’t fuck with us no type of way, these niggas too lazy
 Gm
 I’m cut from a different type of cloth, I don’t know who raised ’em
 Gm
 Every time I pop out, I hear women screamin’, “Ooh, Baby”

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