55mm
Izaya Tiji Lyrics


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Yeah, that's folk, wipe yo' nose
Wipe yo' that's my cut right now
We go to money
 where the money? What that nigga
Gon' do about it?
Get a bad bitch, a fat ass
I'ma hit her 'til she done
Brought the baddest bitches to the party
Hit 'em 'til we done
Call my shooters, "Go and blow
That up", he get her, get it done
Yeah, them 55 take ya leg off
Crawl like a slug
We sip muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, bloody
Bloody mud
Yeah, that choppa "Blrr", like a bug
Don't get yo' ass stung
Yeah, I love to count these racks
I count these racks all when I wanna
Yeah, we book a top floor
Tell the baddest bitches line up
And when I meet 'em, pour a pint up
Woo, woo, and we turn up
Take my Glock, go get my photo
Woo, woo, yeah, he bite 'em
Guess I shouldn't had bought
That bitch a bag, should've never
If I fuck that bitch then I'ma feel so bad
Nah nah nah she go right back to her
Boyfriend, he look so sad, ayy ayy ayy
Went from, Rue21, to designer rag, yeah
Ah ah

I said, fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack

Watch how you talk to these niggas
They just be fake
Behind yo' back, they hate you, then
They say, "I love you", to yo' face
We got shooters all over the radar
Broke-ass nigga can't relate
Ghost all over the radar
Could go blow a bag everyday
I told my nigga, let's shake some'
Ye-ye, ye-ye, yeah, ye-ye-ye
I might pour that 4 up
Turn this shit to pink lemonade
Yeah, I'm on that brick
Mix the alcohol wit' Percocet
I don't like to flex
I just let my choppa go and flex
And we got stacks on deck, hunnids
On deck, hunnids on deck, hoes on dick
Nigga, let's shoot a flick, fuck ya bitch
Let's just go and blow that bitch
Know she countin', he always broke
That bitch
Whatever we do they clown that shit
You got a bag
Lil' nigga? Then throw that shit
We got them flags, lil' nigga
We tie them shit
And I'ma fuck on that bitch
'til she's tired as shit
Say you a rich-ass nigga, you lied and shit
Rich niggas on the side of me
Some shit that you can't believe
Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil bag
Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil sack
She give brain like she takin' a test
Hollows hit you, you ain't makin' it back





Let's go, let's go

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Izaya Tiji's song "55mm" depict a flashy and reckless lifestyle, filled with materialism, partying, and violence. The opening lines reflect an attitude of dominance and disregard for others as the singer boasts about their wealth and their ability to control situations. They refer to getting a bad bitch with a fat ass and using her for their pleasure until she's done, implying a casual and exploitative approach to relationships.


The lyrics also highlight the singer's propensity for violence, suggesting calling their shooters to eliminate obstacles or threats. The mention of the 55, which likely refers to a caliber of firearm, conveys a sense of power and danger. The line about sipping "muddy" or codeine-laced drink reinforces a theme of indulgence and the glorification of substance abuse.


There is an evident emphasis on money and status throughout the song. The singer takes pleasure in counting stacks of cash and booking expensive accommodations. They are attracted to the idea of attracting the most attractive women, lining them up, and pouring them drinks. However, there is a self-awareness that their actions can lead to negative consequences, as expressed in the line about feeling bad if they sleep with someone and ruin her existing relationship.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag" multiple times. This could be interpreted as a mantra encouraging pursuing material wealth, regardless of the methods used. The repeated use of the word "sack" reinforces the focus on accumulating money and bags of cash.


The second paragraph of lyrics points out the singer's distrust of others and a sense of being surrounded by fake people. It suggests that behind individuals' backs, they harbor hatred and jealousy, but pretend to be friendly when face-to-face. The inclusion of the term "ghost all over the radar" implies a sense of stealth and the ability to disappear or evade attention.


There are references to drug use, including mixing alcohol with Percocet and pouring a 4, a reference to a codeine-based beverage, to turn it into pink lemonade. This further showcases a reckless and self-destructive lifestyle. The lyrics also touch upon the singer's willingness to resort to violence, using a chopper (slang for a firearm), flexing their wealth through stacks of money and attracting women. The mention of shooting a flick and blowing money implies a carefree and extravagant mindset.


In summary, the lyrics of "55mm" paint a picture of a person immersed in a hedonistic and materialistic lifestyle. Through the glorification of violence, substance abuse, and objectification of women, the song depicts a reckless and indulgent mentality. The repeated phrase in the chorus reinforces a focus on accumulating wealth, regardless of the consequences.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, that's folk, wipe yo' nose
Yes, that's a familiar situation. Clean your nose.


Wipe yo' that's my cut right now
Clean that, it's my favorite song at the moment.


We go to money
We are headed towards wealth.


Where the money? What that nigga gon' do about it?
Where is the money? How will that person respond to it?


Get a bad bitch, a fat ass, I'ma hit her 'til she done
Find an attractive woman with a curvaceous figure, I will engage in intercourse with her until she is satisfied.


Brought the baddest bitches to the party, Hit 'em 'til we done
I have invited the most attractive women to the gathering, and we will engage in intimate activities with them until we desire to stop.


Call my shooters, 'Go and blow that up', he get her, get it done
Summon my armed associates, instruct them to damage or demolish that object, once accomplished, they will retrieve it.


Yeah, them 55 take ya leg off, Crawl like a slug
Yes, those .55 caliber bullets will sever your limb, causing you to move slowly and helplessly.


We sip muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, bloody, Bloody mud
We consume a concoction mixed with cough syrup, creating a thick, reddish-brown, intoxicating liquid.


Yeah, that choppa 'Blrr', like a bug, Don't get yo' ass stung
Yes, that automatic firearm makes a rapid firing sound, resembling that of an insect. Avoid getting injured by it.


Yeah, I love to count these racks, I count these racks all when I wanna
Yes, I greatly enjoy calculating the large sums of money I possess. I choose to do so whenever I desire.


Yeah, we book a top floor, Tell the baddest bitches line up
Yes, we reserve the highest level of a building, then instruct the most attractive women to form a queue.


And when I meet 'em, pour a pint up, Woo, woo, and we turn up
And when I encounter them, I pour a 16-ounce container of alcohol, expressing excitement and increasing the festivities.


Take my Glock, go get my photo, Woo, woo, yeah, he bite 'em
Retrieve my handgun, go capture an image of me, expressing excitement. Yes, he captures the attention of women.


Guess I shouldn't had bought that bitch a bag, should've never
I suppose it was unwise of me to purchase that woman a luxury handbag, I should have refrained.


If I fuck that bitch then I'ma feel so bad, Nah nah nah she go right back to her Boyfriend, he look so sad, ayy ayy ayy
If I engage in sexual intercourse with that woman, I would experience remorse. No, no, no, she will immediately return to her partner, causing him to exhibit a dejected appearance.


Went from, Rue21, to designer rag, yeah
Transitioned from purchasing clothing at a budget-friendly retail store to acquiring high-end designer garments.


Ah ah
Expressing a sound of satisfaction or amusement.


I said, fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
I declared, forget any reservations, let's acquire a small amount of illegal substances.


Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Forget any reservations, let's acquire a small quantity of illegal substances.


Watch how you talk to these niggas, They just be fake
Be cautious of how you communicate with these individuals, as they often lack authenticity.


Behind yo' back, they hate you, then They say, 'I love you', to yo' face
When you are not present, they hold animosity towards you, but when you are around, they express affection and admiration.


We got shooters all over the radar, Broke-ass nigga can't relate
We have armed individuals positioned throughout the area, and individuals who lack financial resources cannot understand or empathize with our lifestyle.


Ghost all over the radar, Could go blow a bag everyday
We are discreetly present throughout the area, and we have the capability to spend a considerable amount of money on a daily basis.


I told my nigga, let's shake some', Ye-ye, ye-ye, yeah, ye-ye-ye
I instructed my friend to engage in criminal activities together. Yes, yes, yes, we proceed with enthusiasm.


I might pour that 4 up, Turn this shit to pink lemonade
I may mix a strong prescription cough syrup called 'lean' with a soft drink, resulting in a pink-colored beverage resembling lemonade.


Yeah, I'm on that brick, Mix the alcohol wit' Percocet
Yes, I am consuming a highly potent form of cocaine. I combine the alcohol with a strong painkiller called Percocet.


I don't like to flex, I just let my choppa go and flex
I prefer not to show off my wealth, instead, I allow my firearm to demonstrate its power.


And we got stacks on deck, hunnids On deck, hunnids on deck, hoes on dick
We possess a considerable amount of cash readily available. We have hundreds of dollar bills stacked. Additionally, we attract a multitude of women.


Nigga, let's shoot a flick, fuck ya bitch, Let's just go and blow that bitch
My friend, let's create a pornographic film, engaging in sexual activities with someone else's partner. Let's also spend a large sum of money on that individual.


Know she countin', he always broke, That bitch
We are aware that she is calculating her finances, while he continuously lacks money. That woman.


Whatever we do they clown that shit, You got a bag, Lil' nigga? Then throw that shit
Regardless of our actions, they mock us. If you possess a large amount of money, young man, then dispose of it recklessly.


We got them flags, lil' nigga, We tie them shit
We possess a quantity of drugs, young man. We package and secure them.


And I'ma fuck on that bitch, 'til she's tired as shit
I will engage in sexual intercourse with that woman until she becomes physically exhausted.


Say you a rich-ass nigga, you lied and shit, Rich niggas on the side of me, Some shit that you can't believe
If you claim to be an extremely wealthy individual, you spoke falsely. There are affluent individuals in my presence. It is something unbelievable to witness.


Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil bag
Forget any reservations, let's acquire a small amount of illegal substances.


Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil sack
Forget any reservations, let's acquire a small quantity of illegal substances.


She give brain like she takin' a test
She performs oral sex proficiently, as if she is being examined.


Hollows hit you, you ain't makin' it back
Bullets with hollow points strike you, ensuring that you do not survive the encounter.


Let's go, let's go
Let's proceed, let's proceed.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: IZAYA TIJI

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