901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
This that Parkway pressure, this that Mound-side stomp,
This that Frayser-ass reckless, this that Whitehaven funk!
Raleigh to the Bay, all my niggas gon' eat,
Mid-Town steppin', got the city on repeat!
Ayy, tell 'em cut the check, this that real street shit,
If you scared, stay home, we don't play that weak shit.
I was raised where the preachers know the plug by name,
Where the Junt get flipped and the case get changed!
We don't talk on phones, we don't post no clips,
We just move how we move, make it do what it did!
M-Town made me, cutthroat savage,
Turn a half to a whole, made a stain, now I'm lavish!
901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
I done touched racks, I done lost some too,
But I bounced right back, made a flip, ran through!
Memphis breed bosses, ain't no handouts here,
If the pack touch down, then we makin' that clear!
Whole team move like a cartel link,
Got a phone for the plays, got a phone for the freaks!
Hood too hot, gotta move lowkey,
They gon' smile in your face, but they hate on the G!
901 steppin', bitch, we built like that!
If you cross that line, can't take shit back!
Ain't no flex if your dawgs still starvin',
Real bosses eat and they feed who started!
This that Ridgecrest bounce, this that Westwood shake,
This that Orange Mound stomp, this that South Memphis weight!
This that Boxtown turn-up, this that Highland Heights flex,
If you ain't from the M, better say it with respect!
901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
Grizz Gutta - 901 Degrees Lyrics
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901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
This that Parkway pressure, this that Mound-side stomp,
This that Frayser-ass reckless, this that Whitehaven funk!
Raleigh to the Bay, all my niggas gon' eat,
Mid-Town steppin', got the city on repeat!
Ayy, tell 'em cut the check, this that real street shit,
If you scared, stay home, we don't play that weak shit.
I was raised where the preachers know the plug by name,
Where the Junt get flipped and the case get changed!
We don't talk on phones, we don't post no clips,
We just move how we move, make it do what it did!
M-Town made me, cutthroat savage,
Turn a half to a whole, made a stain, now I'm lavish!
901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
I done touched racks, I done lost some too,
But I bounced right back, made a flip, ran through!
Memphis breed bosses, ain't no handouts here,
If the pack touch down, then we makin' that clear!
Whole team move like a cartel link,
Got a phone for the plays, got a phone for the freaks!
Hood too hot, gotta move lowkey,
They gon' smile in your face, but they hate on the G!
901 steppin', bitch, we built like that!
If you cross that line, can't take shit back!
Ain't no flex if your dawgs still starvin',
Real bosses eat and they feed who started!
This that Ridgecrest bounce, this that Westwood shake,
This that Orange Mound stomp, this that South Memphis weight!
This that Boxtown turn-up, this that Highland Heights flex,
If you ain't from the M, better say it with respect!
901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
This that Parkway pressure, this that Mound-side stomp,
This that Frayser-ass reckless, this that Whitehaven funk!
Raleigh to the Bay, all my niggas gon' eat,
Mid-Town steppin', got the city on repeat!
Ayy, tell 'em cut the check, this that real street shit,
If you scared, stay home, we don't play that weak shit.
I was raised where the preachers know the plug by name,
Where the Junt get flipped and the case get changed!
We don't talk on phones, we don't post no clips,
We just move how we move, make it do what it did!
M-Town made me, cutthroat savage,
Turn a half to a whole, made a stain, now I'm lavish!
901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
I done touched racks, I done lost some too,
But I bounced right back, made a flip, ran through!
Memphis breed bosses, ain't no handouts here,
If the pack touch down, then we makin' that clear!
Whole team move like a cartel link,
Got a phone for the plays, got a phone for the freaks!
Hood too hot, gotta move lowkey,
They gon' smile in your face, but they hate on the G!
901 steppin', bitch, we built like that!
If you cross that line, can't take shit back!
Ain't no flex if your dawgs still starvin',
Real bosses eat and they feed who started!
This that Ridgecrest bounce, this that Westwood shake,
This that Orange Mound stomp, this that South Memphis weight!
This that Boxtown turn-up, this that Highland Heights flex,
If you ain't from the M, better say it with respect!
901 Degrees, this that fire from the M!
Whole squad lit, whole city goin' in!
Talkin' like you 'bout it? Better say that shit again!
If you ain't from the 9, we don't need no new friends!
901 Degrees, turn the heat up in this bitch!
All gas, no brakes, we don't ever do a switch!
Whole block outside, whole team on go,
Bet the opps get low when the choppers unload!
Writer: Nathan Burroughs
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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