Lil Wayne – 500 Degreez Lyrics

500 Degreez

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"500 Degreez." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 01:32 am

Album: 500 Degreez

Track No: 12

Ay, you see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk snaps
So fuck rap, man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch ****, where your hearts at?
Y'all ain't stuntin' like us, bitch ****, where your cars at?
They like "Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring C M R back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
It's Weezy, baby, the bar is back
And the wheels on my car? You gotta alter that
Stop playin', I been ballin' jack
You don't want my Glock sprayin', I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomachache, I shit on them cats
I get on them gats, Fresh and B? It's all a wrap
If I'm the only Hot Boy, then what do you call that?
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (No, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (Five hunnid, ah, ah I'm five hunnid, okay, okay, come on)
Bitch what? I bust ya ass up, ****
Don't even go there round, **** get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
This shit got me 'bout to ass up
They findin' **** in they shit with they ass up
This ain't October 31st but we gon' mask up
And guess what, you know I heard they got some nice chain
And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white thing
Oh but your **** might be fly but I still get trifling
Ridin' through the city just me and my flame
Friday night special, professional tight aim
A gangsta is who you hearin'
I'm in my buildin' with 20 bricks in the ceilin'
I'm more real than, I got more skrill than
Got more skill than them there, I'm a Cash Money Millionaire bitch
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (No, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (I'm five hunnid baby, let's go)
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the after party
My squad stompin' in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party
Don't go to rapper parties, I'm no rapper man
But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome, we some monsters, man
We gon' mob to the promised land
I ball big, I'm a Tymer, man
Son of a Stunner, baby girl fuck with a hustler
Weezy keep it gutter for ya, baby bubba
Baby blue Mercedes coupe, got it bulletproof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fuckin' roof
You're barkin' with a big dog, **** fuckin' woof
Mr. S fuckin' Q, I'm the fuckin' truth
Three stripes baby, nice, lot of ice bucket, oof
That's 500 degreez
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (Yes, sir, really don't)
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (Five hunnid, ah, ah I'm five hunnid, I'm five hunnid man)
(I'm five hunnid B)
Yes, sir
Five hunnid, man
They can't cool me down
I mean it's burnin' through the package, people this is 500 degreez, get it right
Get it right, know what I'm sayin'?

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Dwayne Carter & Byron Thomas.

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