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lirik lagu what it is – est gee

[intro: est gee]
yeah
(lil’ trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
close that door when we come in, n*gga (yeah, yeah)
make sure the door closed (make sure the door locked)
i still get in loads, i know fat boy gon’ get that dope sold (akel)

[verse 1: est gee]
i knew two ogs, don’t get respect, we heard they both told (they both rats)
my lil’ bruh don’t say nothin’, he just spray somethin’, you don’t know zone? (know zone)

[verse 2: yo gotti & est gee]
my lil’ bro been locked up, fightin’ two cases, may not come home
lil’ bro know i f*ck around, go broke ’cause i can’t move on
i’ma keep appealin’ that sh*t, i done blew three mill’ on that sh*t
lawyer talk ’bout coppin’ a plea, but i ain’t feelin’ that sh*t (yeah, yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)

[verse 3: est gee]
yeah, they know us from hittin’ on sh*t, 55, the militant clique
i be tryna [?] and we go spinnin’ again (grr, grr)
this sh*t ain’t no secret, even ot keep my [?] (ot keep my gun)
i’m the one made opps clique up with police, they couldn’t beat me (police, they couldn’t beat me)
slump a n*gga over with this blower like he sleepy (blower)
n*ggas drivin’, be survivin’, but the passengers be leakin’

[verse 4: yo gotti & est gee]
yeah
we got like two dracs and four handguns inside this cullinan (cullinan)
n*ggas say it’s p*ssies over there, you ain’t talking ’bout none of us (never)
i was sellin’ o’s and them m’s, i’ma run it up (frrtt, frrtt, frrtt, frrtt)
how you blow your bag on a b*tch ‘fore you put your momma up? (skee)
i just flew my f&n and my choppa out to louisville
gee took me to newburg ‘fore the deal, i know what it is, yeah (what it is, yeah)
real street n*gga, i don’t know how to feel (i am)
i can help you get plaque or a hunnid thousand pills (yeah)
[verse 5: est gee]
told big bro, “you straight?” a n*gga play, then we gon’ do him in (played, then we gon’ do him in)
booted off that x and make a mess, knocked off they brothers’ limbs (booted off that x, yeah)
my lil’ b*tch a slime, she set up n*ggas, and i love a steal (set up n*ggas, i love her ass)
i f*ck her so long, she say i better not take another pill (know i better not take a another)
trappin’, drop that action in the water, this b*tch gotta swim
ballin’ like they draft me as a starter, but i ain’t touchin’ rims
say you want that smoke, we get to fillin’ up the ozone (fillin’ up the air, yeah)
f*ck around, see [?] with that iron in the red zone (iron in the red zone)
my big bro make millions off that ice, we call him frozone (ice, ice, ice, ice)
iced out my wrist like it was swollen from a broke bone (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
8:40 in the morning, i’m on tubman, workin’ both phones (i’ma get my trap on)
quarter brick or if it a pound of smoke, just got ’em both sold (i just got ’em both gone)
he thought we was country, cappin’, actin’ like his dope strong (actin’ like we country, haha)
send a n*gga home without a dollar, but his dope gone (ran off on that n*gga)

[verse 6: yo gotti]
realest sh*t i heard was everybody shine together (shine together)
bird control, i know birds fly in any weather
i just bought a richard, half a mill’ on a wednesday (d*mn)
b*tch talkin’ ’bout bands (d*mn), n*gga, the opps talk about end me (d*mn)
i keep that fire, so nevermind security (pew, pew)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout paper, boy, i got that sh*t in jewelry
you may lose some blood (blood), and i may need a jury (jury, lil’ trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
’bout that gangsta sh*t, i swear to god, it ain’t no fear in me (i am, frrtt)
yeah, count that sh*t again (frrtt, frrtt)
just thumbed threw a couple mill’, stacked it up in tens (akel, frrtt)

- est gee

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