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Young Scooter & EST Gee – Come Eat Wit Us Lyrics

Young Scooter & EST Gee Lyrics

Come Eat Wit Us
this is a track by Young Scooter & EST Gee

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, haha
Yeah, we bringin’ the streets back
Yeah, you know this shit hot right now, man
Snitchin’ at an all-time high
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Dope boy, street nigga, cut your plug off, come eat with us
Dope boy, street nigga, cut your plug off, come eat with us
Jugg with the gang, come eat with the gang
You’ll get your head bust for watchin’ a chain
Everybody equal, we don’t give out stain
Kept it real with my niggas, never switch lanes

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Come get some free bands, cut off your boss
I’m rich as fuck, nigga, I could take a loss
And he ain’t in your raps, but I invented the triple cross
Put five strands together and call it criss-cross
Come eat with the gang, come eat with the gang
How these rappers walkin’ ’round with fake chains?
I rock Eliante diamonds, we are not the same
Don’t leave the house without a stick, the streets is not a game

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Dope boy, street nigga, cut your plug off, come eat with us
Dope boy, street nigga, cut your plug off, come eat with us
Jugg with the gang, come eat with the gang
You’ll get your head bust for watchin’ a chain
Everybody equal, we don’t give out stain
Kept it real with my niggas, never switch lanes

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Yeah, they say Geeski brought the streets back, he Jeezy ’03 (Jeezy)
And his dope gon’ go one to three, he ain’t nothin’ like me (Like Jeezy)
It wasn’t my lane, but I still bought it, ’cause the price was cheap (‘Cause the price)
Breakin’ off-shore, my ice is sweet, junkie up for a week (Go)
I’m qualified, I bust my yeek and don’t talk with police
I’m on TV, showin’ my jewelry off, droppin’ a V
They on computers, I’m a shooter in real life, not on beats (Gang, gang)
You ever served your daddy uncle a cuz and a B?
You ever stood over a nigga and did it for free? (Brr)
Without no mask, ’cause it was personal, want him to see (See this shit)
We laid in front his house so long, I start fallin’ asleep
Fuck my bitch raw, ’cause I could not with no mask, hit the sink


[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Dope boy, street nigga, cut your plug off, come eat with us
Dope boy, street nigga, cut your plug off, come eat with us
Jugg with the gang, come eat with the gang
You’ll get your head bust for watchin’ a chain
Everybody equal, we don’t give out stain
Kept it real with my niggas, never switch lanes

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Songwriter (s): EST Gee & Young Scooter

Kenneth Edward Bailey (born March 28, 1986), better known by his stage name Young Scooter, is an American rapper who is affiliated with Freebandz and 1017 Brick Squad Records and CEO of his own label Black Migo Gang.

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

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EST Gee – IF I STOP NOW Lyrics

EST Gee Lyrics

IF I STOP NOW
this is a track by EST Gee

[Intro]
I don’t feel these niggas, like—
All these niggas not worthy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)

[Chorus]
I hold my gun more than I hold my son
No way in hell you catch me without one
I’ve been in war more than I’ve been in love
We in them cars all nights, yeah, more to come
It’s a hundred on me now, somebody call my bluff
If I fall down, then who gon’ pick me up?
If I lose now, I might as well never won
If I stop now, I might not catch back up
It ain’t no catchin’ us

[Verse 1]
I’m in a fast car (Fast), it’s a demon (It’s a demon)
I’ve seen both sides of the fields, neither was greener
Sittin’ back, gettin’ fire head from a thot, it make me leaner
She was a dog bitch (Was a dog), I tried to wean her (I tried to wean her)
I turned my dog fit, he jammed the needle
I’m servin’ all mix (Servin’ all) like it’s a clean one (Like it’s a clean one)
I had to cut you off (Cut you off), you made me weaker (Made me weaker)
But every player in the field gon’ get they cleats stuck
Like every nigga that get killed don’t gon’ meet Jesus
We better not stop, you see them cops, these blicks illegal
I’m doubled down when I’m in town, stick Desert Eagle (Double down)
My baby mama say I’m selfish and a cheater, I guess ’cause—

[Chorus]
I hold my gun more than I hold my son
No way in hell you catch me without one
I’ve been in war more than I’ve been in love
We in them cars all nights, yeah, more to come
It’s a hundred on me now, somebody call my bluff
If I fall down, then who gon’ pick me up?
If I lose now, I might as well never won
If I stop now, I might not catch back up
It ain’t no catchin’ us

[Verse 2]
Yeah, nah, hope you don’t suffer from my sins when you get older
Know most the shit I did, I stood on ten toes, never folded
It’s a fake smile on me, Joker, took a whole G6, I’m rolling
Kill final close king cobra, I been doin’ this shit for the longest
I thought it was makin’ me stronger, I got ’em, just make me an offer
Every cross get thrown, I caught it, it really wasn’t worth what it cost me
The only way I see shit stoppin’ is if Austin get out of his coffin
If his water stop from his faucet, if a skeleton come from my closet
Yeah, if I could just talk to my mama, if my trust fall out of his chopper
Gave shrooms to the schools who knock us, how the news still say I’m a monster?
It’s a lose-lose playin’ with popular, make a nigga whole hood play possum
No boppin’, not much of a talker, man, we walkers, get out, hawk ’em, white line, chalk ’em

[Chorus]
I hold my gun more than I hold my son
No way in hell you catch me without one
I’ve been in war more than I’ve been in love
We in them cars all nights, yeah, more to come
It’s a hundred on me now, somebody call my bluff
If I fall down, then who gon’ pick me up?
If I lose now, I might as well never won
If I stop now, I might not catch back up
It ain’t no catchin’ us

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Songwriter (s): EST Gee, FOREVEROLLING, Zuus & Haze

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: MAD (2023)
EST GEE

IF I STOP NOW
BLOW UP

EST Gee – BLOW UP Lyrics

EST Gee Lyrics

BLOW UP
this is a track by EST Gee

[Intro]
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I still got it, nigga, action or exotic
Ain’t no label get me poppin’, soon as he touch the bottom, drink some water
Make it harder, fish with side of tartar for a shooter or a snorter
I’ll make you to a martyr easy, step in front this carbon (Brr)
I’m into extortion, we gon’ pay the work, it’s cornered
Catch a nigga early mornin’, buyin’ diapers for his daughter
Lot of rappers just be actin’, they in character performing
Seen so much, it’s normal, I ain’t develop no disorder
I’m spinnin’ over and over, nothin’ come out, opps out of order
Out here, I’m like Jordan, ain’t nobody stoppin’ me from scorin’
Beach gon’ play the block, then run the floor for me, my power forward
Everybody thank the Lord, God gave a million to lil’ George
‘Cause as many as it is now, if I was around, it’d be more
As in poor, as in corpses and wars and morgues

[Chorus]
Like, nah, I don’t fuck with him, he cap (Nah)
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow is double for me, blow is double for me
Blow is double for me, nigga, blow is double for me (Yeah)
Like, nah (Nah), I don’t fuck with him, he cap
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow is double for me, blow is double for me
Blow is double for me, nigga, blow is double for me (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
You know I took his shit closed-fist (Closed), yeah, they ain’t give it to me (Shit)
Dog cook a mixed pit-bully, I get ’em, ship it to me
Tried tax it, so know we took it, he gotta popped for tryna whoop me
Big shiner, bigger money, quiet ‘fore I put it on him
My lil’ brother richer than his big homie
Skinny, bony, pants XL, stick on him (Brr)
Patient once we sittin’ on him
Trippin’, ain’t tint the windshield, it’s easier to see him still
I ain’t leavin’ ’til he get killed, how you think that it make me feel?
No, you ain’t on nothin’ for real, knowin’ that ain’t love you feel
Knowin’ I play dumb for real, I’m slammin’, get my cousin killed
Wonder, do you love me still? You know I hate you
Can’t wait to spank you, they ready should I say to (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Like, nah, I don’t fuck with him, he cap (Nah)
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow is double for me, blow is double for me
Blow is double for me, nigga, blow is double for me (Yeah)
Like, nah (Nah), I don’t fuck with him, he cap
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow is double for me, blow is double for me
Blow is double for me, nigga, blow is double for me

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Songwriter (s): FOREVEROLLING, LC & EST Gee

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: MAD (2023)
EST GEE

IF I STOP NOW
BLOW UP

French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee – Free Smoke Lyrics

French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee Lyrics

Free Smoke
this track by French Montana, DJ Drama & EST Gee features BIG30

[Intro: EST Gee & DJ Drama]
Found the J’s to name a wrestler (Yeah, turn me up, YC)
Free smoke (Gangsta Grillz)
Free smoke

[Verse 1: EST Gee & BIG30]
I got my money up
They put paper on me, but can’t pay a nigga to fuck with us
Boy, you got your gun or what? (Yeah, yeah)
Get killed out here, tryna knuckle up (Tryna fight)
Steady hallucinatin’, seein’ faces in the smoke I puff (Seein’ demons)
My demons ain’t my demons, they my equals, see, we say “What’s up?”
How you wanna kill me, but you out the way and stay put up?
You know it’s on sight with us, in broad day, get your melon bust (Get your head split)
I don’t care if he told ten years ago, he still might tell on us (Might tell)
Sometimes I won’t write my opps and ask ’em how [?]
Fifty-thousand strong, make all the J’s to name a wrestler (Yeah)
You ain’t trappin’ up, before I rapped, I had some record up
Like before I came to Memphis, I was ballin’, Ja Morant (Ja Morant)
They want beef with us and hope I post and turn they Insta up (Turn they ‘Gram up)
You’ll do whatever for attention from the listeners (Get your bands up)
Accepted in your car ride to the mall, you put your pistol up (You put your gun up)
Right after them captions, actin’, cappin’, like you spint on us (Like you spinnin’)
This shit get ridiculous (Yeah, yeah), so I trust in my chopper (I trust in my gun)
Fifty-five, don dada, know I send shit to the doctor (Send shit to the doctor)
That other shit be fraudulent, niggas know who got dead bodies (Know who got dead bodies)
Go get it out the blender, stretch that fit out like pilates
Had money ‘fore they signed me (Yeah), I was turnt before they found me (I was turnt up ‘fore they found me)
Was fuckin’ with cocaine, way before I met Yo Gotti (Way before I met Yo Gotti)
This street shit in my veins, a quarter-million can’t record me (Brr, brr, ayy, ayy, Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
When we smoked him, left his brains on the sidewalk (Bah-baow)
We ain’t out here claimin’ bodies, like Sauce Walka (Woo)
Coke Boy paid dues (Coke Boy, baby)
You can catch a RICO tryna get some fake views (Fake views)
Suckers out here lose their life, stuntin’ with fake jewels (Fake jewels)
When you rich, you gotta watch ’em pour up (Watch ’em pour up)
Niggas dirty, cook a brick in Mississippi water (Mississippi water)
Behind the wall, wifey loose, she dippin’ with the homies (Haan)
Without a test, ain’t no testimony (Testimony)
A diss to dead, I still don’t condone it (Uh)
They want the clout, shoot up the wake
Slide back, that’s how we cross-promote it (Bah-bah-bah-baow)
Get the cake, get the weight, then we cook the flour (Flour)
Until we die in the grave and they bring the flowers (Coke Boy, baby)

[Chorus: French Montana]
La-di-da-di-da-di, body after body
Don’t let the devil in, holy ghost in that Bugatti (Skrrt)
Free smoke, fuck what you heard about me
Everythin’ cost, bitch, but all this smoke-free
Free smoke, fuck all the talk about me (Haan)
Everythin’ cost, bitch, but all this smoke-free (Haan)
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 3: BIG30]
Certified in these streets, you can ask the folks ’bout Lil Rod
I was fourteen years old, strapped with [?] in every party
My opps know I’ll kill ’em, take me one time, I will spark ’em
Every clique ever had beef, dropped at least one from out they posse
Stay full of opium, promethazine and THC (I’m high)
If you one nigga that played, boy, he couldn’t tell you, he deceased (No lie)
Promote the violence, menace to society, fuck the peace (Hell nah)
Ain’t get that brr from out that raw, that’s the sound of the AUG (Brr, brr)
They shouldn’t have ever showed me one bullet can kill a giant (A giant)
Bury [?], slangin’ .9, a young nigga a slime (A slime)
If you gon’ diss, stand on wax, people gettin’ shot ’cause you hidin’ (stop hidin’)
Streets fucked up my lil’ brain, got me worser and violent

[Outro: French Montana]
Everythin’ cost, bitch, but all this smoke-free
Come get some of this free smoke, bitch
Montana, BIG30, EST Gee, haan

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Songwriter (s): BIG30, French Montana, EST Gee, DJ Drama & YC

Karim Kharbouch, better known by his stage name French Montana, is a Moroccan-American rapper. Born and raised in Morocco, he emigrated to the United States with his family when he was 13. He is the founder of Coke Boys Records and its predecessor Cocaine City Records

Tyree Cinque Simmons, professionally known as DJ Drama, is an American DJ, record executive and music promoter. He is the co-founder of Generation Now, an Atlantic Records imprint with artists including Lil Uzi Vert, Jack Harlow, and Skeme on its roster.

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Coke Boys 6: Money Heist Edition (2023)
FRENCH MONTANA & DJ DRAMA

Intro
The Oath
Chit Chat
Yes I Do
Project Baby (Remix)
Max B Skit
Not So Bad
Igloo
Slidin
Choose You
RZA
Die In The Streets
Free Smoke
Fenty
Lemonade
Going Yeezy
New Punani
Addicted To You
Can’t Stop Won’t Stop (Remix)
Finesse
Gang Gang
Forever
Earned
Da 30
CBTD
Voices
Big Dog Status
Get Even
Tryin To Get A Bloc

Yella Beezy & EST Gee – Pimp C Lyrics

Yella Beezy & EST Gee Lyrics

Pimp C
this is a track by Yella Beezy & EST Gee

If you see me, I’m a banger
I’mma shoot, fuck thinking
Serving shorts, back to arrangements
Red zones, rich gangstas
Meth slinging, gun slanga

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Songwriter (s): Yella Beezy & EST Gee

Markies Deandre Conway, known by the stage name Yella Beezy, is an American rapper from Dallas, Texas. He is best known for the singles "That's On Me", "Bacc At It Again", "Up One", and "Goin Through Some Thangs". Yella Beezy.

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

Chris Brown – Hmhmm Lyrics

Chris Brown Lyrics

Hmhmm
this track by Chris Brown features EST Gee

Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm, uh
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mm, taste (Ooh), hmm-mm (Yeah, bitch)
Shawty, what’s your flavor? (Oh, yeah-yeah)
I just need a favor (Yeah-yeah)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm
(I wanna taste)
(Yeah)

Bad bitches graduatin’ law school, yeah
You put that lesson in my face, but that’s cool, yeah
This ain’t the type of situation that you’re used to
I’m tryna eat that pussy even though you’re boo’d up (Ooh, ooh)
Tell me all your fantasies
Baby, while I lay between
Lick you from your head to feet
Kissin’ on your Georgia peach (Mwah)
I wanna see how you ride it, I need that bomb cat
I need to get in that water like where the pool at?
Make her squirt to the sky, put my face in it
But before I leave, baby, baby, don’t do that

Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm, uh
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mm, taste (Ooh), hmm-mm (Yeah, bitch)
Shawty, what’s your flavor? (Woah, oh, yeah-yeah)
I just need a favor (Oh, yeah-yeah)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm
(I wanna taste)
(Yeah, yeah)

It’s the young shinin’, Papi’ to all the thotties
Shakin’ all her body to get a picture beside me
Brown-skinned chocolate, sprinkle her with the toppings
Or maybe a strawberry lookin’, lookin’ for her cherry
I’m ready if you ready, vanilla with it, whenever (Mwah)
I mix it all together, I couldn’t decide which one’s better
Rolls-Royce leather, relaxin’ me under pressure
I let her spend the extra, she thinkin’ we go together
Send pictures to her mama and auntie like, “This my nigga”
“Bae, you silly,” she like, “Nah, I’m serious, I ain’t trippin’
I know these hoes want you, I want you more, just remember”
And make sure she ain’t dippin’, it ain’t gold just ’cause it glitter

Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm, uh (Can I get a taste?)
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mm, taste (Ooh), hmm-mm (Can I get a taste, taste?)
Shawty, what’s your flavor? (Oh, yeah-yeah, ooh-woah-woah)
I just need a favor (Yeah-yeah, favor)
Can I get a taste? (Yeah)
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm

Taste, hmm-mm
Taste, hmm-mm, uh
Taste, hmm-mm
Taste, hmm-mm, uh

Girl, you done tonight (Done)
Your nigga ain’t stoppin’ me, let’s have fun tonight (‘Night)
You know you somebody, baby
Get it while it’s hot, and he don’t lick you the same
I lick it out the pot, girl, it’s game time
That slow motion
I spread your legs, make you open wide
Put your lips on my chin
I like (I like), a girl to like (A girl to like), to cum twice (To cum twice)
If it is, shorty, this is worth it, I believe it’s perfect
Will you let me put it up inside you ’til you can’t take it?
See that look up in your face, before I kill it, say, “Wait”

Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm, uh
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm
Shawty, what’s your flavor?
I just need a favor
Can I get a taste?
Hmm-mm, taste, hmm-mm

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Songwriter (s): Chris Brown & EST Gee

Christopher Maurice Brown is an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and actor. According to Billboard, Brown is one of the most influential and successful R&B singers ever, with several considering him the "King of R&B" alongside Usher and R. Kelly.

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Breezy (2022)
CHRIS BROWN

Till The Wheels Fall Off
C.A.B. (Catch A Body)
Pitch Black
Possessive
Addicted
Call Me Everyday
Closure
Need You Right Here
Sex Memories
Hmhmm
Psychic
Show It
Sleep At Night
Passing Time
WE (Warm Embrace)
Forbidden
Bad Than A Bitch
Survive The Night
Dream
Slide
Harder
On Some New Shit
Luckiest Man
Iffy

Future – CHICKENS Lyrics

“CHICKENS”
this track by Future features EST Gee

[Future:]
Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Married my money, chicken
Woah, woah

Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that ‘deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk it is chickens, chickens (All I, all I talk ’bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen

Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Ballin’ like everyday, night ’til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I’ma fill it up with dope
Totin’ the fire, nigga, I hope you don’t choke
What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil’ on the scale, gotta weigh ’em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we’ll crash it (Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geekin’, I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin’ and stopped all the Xanax
I been meanin’ to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin’ ’bout findin’ an exit
On the E-way, I know you can’t catch me
Ain’t go nowhere without pourin’ the Tuss’ up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain’t goin’ nowhere, we fuckin’ this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin’ coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin’, nigga, what you doin’?

Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

Pluto been fuckin’ this shit up, goin’
Yeah, I ain’t goin’ nowhere without my tool

[EST Gee:]
Yeah, you ain’t got no sack, you rappin’ ’bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don’t know how to lack
This ain’t ’03, I ain’t Jeezy, leave with it, can’t bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
I’m the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still
This that pure ‘caine, you add the soda, it won’t fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop ’cause he can’t tell
On my block, yeah, I’m like Pac, but I ain’t dyin’ or goin’ to jail
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I’m rich but sittin’ here pissed like she ain’t leaving ’til I pay her, crazy

[Future:]
Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Chicken
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

Pluto been fuckin’ this shit up, goin’
Yeah, I ain’t goin’ nowhere without my tool

Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Songwriter (s): Future & EST Gee

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, better known by the stage name Future, is an American rapper and singer. Known for his mumble-influenced vocal range and prolific output, Future is considered a pioneer of the use of melodies and vocal effects in modern trap music.

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: I NEVER LIKED YOU (2022)
FUTURE

712PM
I’M DAT NIGGA
KEEP IT BURNIN
FOR A NUT
PUFFIN ON ZOOTIEZ
GOLD STACKS
WAIT FOR U
LOVE YOU BETTER
MASSAGING ME
CHICKENS
WE JUS WANNA GET HIGH
VOODOO
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EST Gee & 42 Dugg – Thump Shit Lyrics

“Thump Shit” Lyrics By EST Gee & 42 Dugg

Free them boys, we them (Me and Spiff)
Ayy, free them boys, we them (Keep one on the hip, yeah)
Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (Yeah, ayy, Big Papito)

Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Get Them Pints Gone
Fuck you want a price for? You ain’t coppin’ slabs, nigga
Bad bitch tell me that I’m better than her last nigga (Duh)
Rag bitch love me for throwin’ 4s and droppin’ fast niggas
Doggy still be cashin’ shit, fuck her good, then pass the bitch
Wayward down to grasser bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I’m in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzin’ that
Front to back, bring triple back, want eighty-five for these feddy’s
Cuddy’s talkin’ sixty fives, that’s only ’cause his fiends paid that
Fuck it, put a one on ’em and ship ’em out
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, “I got ’em” (I do)
IPhones, iPhones, I still got ’em (I do)
We take a jet to the bad, they buyin’ vests before they stride
I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas
Ric’ called, Apple called, they all skeet (Hello?)
Murray called, ‘Onte called, then MD (Hello?)
White runts (Exotic), pink runts, four a piece (I got ’em)
Moneybagg, Babyface, EST
Buss down, touchdown then repeat it
Sixty-five a gram, nigga, who can beat it?
Red eye, been a Demon, fuck the Urus
Some youngings caught me slippin’, I ain’t trippin’, got insurance
Bitch, I’m back again, I’m strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the Hemmys, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each
I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist

Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit (Gonna thump sum’, gonna thump sum’)
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too (Yeah, you know what’s up, EST, Skcretch Gang)
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too (Yeah, mm, mm)

This fat bitch, I remember you, you been a hoe since middle school (I remember, been a bitch)
Dead or sippin’ soup from off a spoon, that’s what this switcher do (Mm, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Cappin’ niggas pitiful, condition never critical (Niggas showin’, niggas lyin’)
He die before he even knew, get some blood on all that blue (He was dead, shoot him dead)
Face shot, trappin’ in the spot, makin’ my H lock (Makin’ my dawg lot)
How you get that rich before you sign shit? I had eight spots (Mm, I had like eight on)
In and out, can’t stop, two stoves, eight pots (Yeah, mm, eight pots)
One on every burner, we the ones who do the murders
Whacked his younger brother and the big one, “Shh,” I know it hurt him (Mm, I know it hurt your feelings)
I ain’t accidentally puttin’ niggas under, shit on purpose (Mm, ain’t accidentally killin’)
It was rumors but I heard it, hit ’em four times with that burner (Yeah, four times with that AR)
Know we thump shit, thump shit, Gee-Ski them thump shit (Thump sum’, thump sum’, you know we thump shit)
What else you need to know about ’em? She can’t be fucked with (Yeah, we can’t be fucked with)
Set a nigga up or somethin’, bitch fuck all that slut shit (Fuck all that slut shit)
Let me pop this Perc’ before we fuck, bitch, I might nut quick (Wait, wait, I might nut fast)
Premature, come to shootin’ that blower, always bust quick (Mm, nigga always bust fast)

Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit (Yeah, you know we thump shit)
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit (Yeah, mm, you know we thump shit)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, Doggy them thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, Doggy them slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, Doggy? My youngings killers too

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Songwriter (s): EST Gee & 42 Dugg

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Last Ones Left (2022)
EST GEE

Ice Talk
Thump Shit
I Never Judged You
Spin
Skcretch Sum
Free The Shiners
All 100s
Whole Gang Buss
Free Zoski
Can’t Be Fucked With
My Yungin
Everybody Shooters Too
Who Hotter Than Gee
Of Course
Never Scared
Strictly For The Gangstas
Gave It Back

EST Gee — Lyrics
George Albert Stone III

EST Gee – Who Hotter Than Gee Lyrics

“Who Hotter Than Gee” Lyrics By EST Gee

EST Gee
Who Hotter Than Gee

I gotta question for the street
Who hotter than Gee
He tryna lock in with the team so he popped em for free
Say you was sick and tired I wiped his nose rocked him to sleep
Broke niggas re-up couldn’t cover my cost for the week
Chop in my lap pop in my flat calm my nerves I creep
They know I’m like that in reality not on IG
It was some light shit that you did but the meaning was deep
I tell the shooters now they blessed Remember murder it was cheap
Even as a chef you get respect for burning down yo beef
Then after that you grab a pack and you turn it to 3
Then after that if you can rap you might turn into me
Bae say I scare her when I geeked cause I talk in my sleep
Niggas better wake up before they dream about murdering me
Cause I put killers on they feet then put blood on the street
Put yo cousin on a T I told him quit mugging at me
Hit yo lung with this heat snake faint dug getting deep
Trapped in ms Janice me and beach right before prices got cheap
Right before water got deep we was supposed to be like tee & Meech

Ain’t it crazy my lil baby finally made a million
You kno to the ground call the town with one hand on the trigger
Leave out the galleria ladies chase me down for pictures
I’ma street nigga and she can’t with to stick her teeth in me
You to sneaky that’s why I don’t be trusting these bitches
It’s some fake ones mixed in with the real ones amongst me I sense it
If you listen I’ma kill you first time I hear you hissing
I thought long as we was winning it didn’t matter Jordan & pippen
I stay humble hittin and you won’ feeling me like I was missing
I sat in that kitchen jacob and clay learning my mixture
Romel had made me smile he showed ms Trudy my pictures
Ik it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turn into Hitler
While not really he told me he feel me stand on that business
Free jimmy showed me how to sip syrup and stack a tension
He also told me when I be rolling ride with a sixty
And another one taped to the back to the tape take it out & flip it

[EST Gee talks]

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George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Last Ones Left (2022)
EST GEE

Ice Talk
Thump Shit
I Never Judged You
Spin
Skcretch Sum
Free The Shiners
All 100s
Whole Gang Buss
Free Zoski
Can’t Be Fucked With
My Yungin
Everybody Shooters Too
Who Hotter Than Gee
Of Course
Never Scared
Strictly For The Gangstas
Gave It Back

EST Gee — Lyrics
George Albert Stone III

EST Gee & 42 Dugg – Free The Shiners Lyrics

“Free The Shiners” Lyrics By EST Gee & 42 Dugg

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hop out
With the chop out
At my op house
Niggas swear they don’t fuck with 12
Be tryna cop out
Drive bounds
Smellin what I’m cookin
Put the rock down
That bitch
Used to fuck with us
She a op now

Block bitch
Fuckin’ B
Her excuse
She sellin’ beans
Who want em for 17
A thousand under 11 Gs
If check, exotic
Know a nigga — yes
Rapper where
I sell dog and I’m not embarrassed

Stress fresh
Circle squares
And that’s a solid rep
Quarter large
This bitch hittin’ hard
She tryna not to stir
I don’t care
I done dumped on niggas
With they mama there
I’mma jump out first
You know I never been no follower

I saved her
Then swallowed her
Supreme shoes
Prada purse
I don’t trust a bitch
So if I slip
My youngest still will lurk
Rappers second
Killers first
Mine’s probably in Venice
What’s the next
Still in the dirt
Lil homie and cousin
I’m young, thuggin’
Big sprites they muddy
12 uncles nutty
We been killin’ for money

Yeah we been killin’
For nothin’
Bird face in public
Let’s get back for our brother
Nigga better not ask for nothin’
Back up better not touch me
Niggas get killed for clutchin’
Niggas die before they blink they eyes
Ain’t even see me up in here
Was foggin’ across my eyes
I ain’t even get to fuck her
I was high
We just met one time
I told this bitch I love her

And I told this bitch
Just fuck her
Can’t get me
Gotta do my brother
Count to 3
At 3 I’m dumpin’
Bumpin’
Jumpin’
Fuck em
Slump em
Been yellin’ free Reek
I’m still yellin’ free me

ST, free the shiners
Exotic weed
Got Cs
I ain’t ban it
Fuck nigga been tryin me
Ain’t no put it behind me
I’m on this shit for real
Ain’t jumpin’ on no deals
Before I was countin’ Ms
I was keepin’ up with drills
I know what you ain’t did
And I know that you ain’t built for smoke
So why you playin’ with a nigga
Who done killed before
We still young, thuggin
Yellin’ free all my brothers
Yellin’ free all the shiners
Endited for wearing diamonds
Fuck em

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Songwriter(s): EST Gee & 42 Dugg

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Last Ones Left (2022)
EST GEE

Ice Talk
Thump Shit
I Never Judged You
Spin
Skcretch Sum
Free The Shiners
All 100s
Whole Gang Buss
Free Zoski
Can’t Be Fucked With
My Yungin
Everybody Shooters Too
Who Hotter Than Gee
Of Course
Never Scared
Strictly For The Gangstas
Gave It Back

EST Gee — Lyrics
George Albert Stone III

EST Gee & 42 Dugg – Everybody Shooters Too Lyrics

“Everybody Shooters Too” Lyrics By EST Gee & 42 Dugg

[EST Gee:]
Everybody shooters too
We can’t be into it if I ain’t shoot at you
(Enrgy made this one)
I’m who all the gangsta young thug niggas look up to
I’m who all the opps and robbers plot on tryin’ do it to
I’m who all the project and the model hoes wanna do it to
She put it on her head and twist her hands like the screw was loose
You talk like you bulletproof, we all really know the truth
They know we the reason for them candlelight visuals
Niggas can’t be serious, they funny
He think he the big dog on his block ’cause he got money
Last one got out of line, went against the guys, got punished
Meanwhile, I’m thuggin’, pulling pounds out of luggage
Sold it in Kentucky, but I purchased it a number
Sevens for one-twenty, for a QP, nineteen hunnid’
You found out you can hustle, you a killer all a sudden
Sometimes I wish I could’ve left with Red, God made me suffer
But pressure made me tougher, when it’s smoke, I don’t be duckin’
You see me out in public with it out, I never tuck it
They say it’s all or nothing

[42 Dugg:]
So I’m going for it, fuck it
Million-dollar budget, that’s in all fives
Niggas still rentin’ in the city, I bought all mines
I ain’t been the same since my dawg died
Runoff, you get hogtied, silly
He ratted I don’t feel him, on my momma, I should kill him
Young freak bitch still’ll stuff it all for me
I was just in the county, could you make a call for me?
Nah, we don’t fuck with Percs, young nigga off puppy
My bad if I give sixty to my youngin’, mom, and dad
I ain’t used to people passin’, I’m used to homicides
I ain’t wanna buy the Aston, I got the Urus
Probably the only young rich nigga without veneers
‘Fore I forget to mention, bitch, I got a M in jewelry, literally
Instagram killin’ me, that savage shit still in me
I passed, nah, doggy this for Tank, nigga, I ride
This for hoes said I can’t, look at me now
Real niggas holed up, wait ’til we drop
City in they feelings, main man from the country
Remember I ain’t have a dollar, I just had a bump
Now I’m getting money, I can laugh and shit
Paid for it all cash, I’ll crash this bitch

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Songwriter (s): EST Gee & 42 Dugg

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti’s Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single “Real as It Gets” by rapper Lil Baby.

project: Last Ones Left (2022)
EST GEE

Ice Talk
Thump Shit
I Never Judged You
Spin
Skcretch Sum
Free The Shiners
All 100s
Whole Gang Buss
Free Zoski
Can’t Be Fucked With
My Yungin
Everybody Shooters Too
Who Hotter Than Gee
Of Course
Never Scared
Strictly For The Gangstas
Gave It Back

EST Gee — Lyrics
George Albert Stone III

EST Gee – 5500 Degrees Lyrics

EST Gee Lyrics

 

“5500 Degrees”

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
If I ain’t a young shiner, then what do you call that?
Fuckin’ niggas’ hoes, he mad, textin’ in all caps
Beef broad day, lay a nigga down, wave cap
Overkill drill, spin at the building the wake at
I’d be on what I’m on if I ain’t rap
And it really wasn’t no stressin’ ’til them members came back
Niggas shook, family know we ain’t playin’ no more
Real trapper, hit my dope like my hand was broke
He on Insta’ with all the smoke, but call sayin’ he don’t
You get pistol whipped for some petty shit, your head be swollen

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Yeah, I’ll hit your mans up
Six hundred in hundreds, this shit there make ’em stand up
Run around actin’ tough, but you not, boy
Where the cold bitches lookin’ for the hot boys?
Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city
I ain’t stoppin’ shit, catch me if you can
Just this month, sixty G’s off pants
I’m not, I’m not fuckin’ no fan
Ridin’ ’round with the top down
Sixty-five grams, ten of it is topside, stop lyin’
I done made a couple M’s a year without tryin’
[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Opps ain’t had a sixty-day stretch without dyin’
Y’all got all that gangster shit down except slidin’
You ain’t grind three days straight without hidin’
Gave Bands twenty-five, we ain’t takin’ no time

[Verse 4: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, throw it off the glass, I’ma dunk it (Come here)
Since y’all niggas apes, I don’t mind killin’ monkeys
Don’t step back
White buffs, no ice, these plain
Posted in the hood, all ten of my chains
Big 30 on me, off an eight of that drank
Bitch said she in love with who?
Ten on the ground, ’bout a dub in the roof
I’m a thug with a tool

[Verse 5: Rylo Rodriguez]
Promoter called my phone when I left, couldn’t get the pipe in
Every nigga ’round me having motion like a tight end
Bought Hot Wheels for my nephew, but I picked him up in my twin
L with the coolant system, I bought it for a hotboy
Did a feature with a nigga, 21, I’m walkin’ shit like Deion
His city say he a rat, so I had to send him back a refund
Say, Dot, that car right there look like it got the narcs in it
We the ones who ridin’ ’round with more shots than the bartenders
I bet you we’ll get them niggas off your block
I bet you we don’t let them niggas get off no shots
Come through, show a nigga how to slide
Last night, I fucked a booster, woke up, text everybody size
Played plain janes, but now I’m goin’ bustdowns
And Zelle the ho a rack to make sure that they touch down
[Verse 6: EST Gee]
She ain’t been ridin’ with ’em when them bullets start flyin’
Carpet same color snow if his head brown
We ain’t got no pro team in Louisville, this a brick town
A blicky in your glizzy with a switchy, you can’t miss town
Niggas really starved ’til we started bringin’ that big round
Mix it with the rizzy, give that lil’ dog a pit growl
Like I ain’t the one who started this shit
Like I don’t make sure them lawyers paid and them charges dismissed

[Verse 7: Lil Baby]
I’m short, but I’ll lift a nigga ass up
Way before coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up (Mask up)
Tired of soda bottles, I pour a four inside my cup (Straight)
And you can’t post an Instagram model one of us can’t fuck (Haha)
I be at practice, I got real skills, none of this shit luck
Tell the owner tell security chill, ’cause none of us gettin’ touched
When I find out where you niggas hide out, one y’all gettin’ crushed
I’m like, “Fine, I might come out and vibe, but one of y’all gettin’ fucked”
Got the finest car, one of a kind, I don’t slow down for much
I got twenty million cash now and still ain’t near enough
I’m goin’ too crazy, I’m the Wayne of this new generation, niggas fugazi
They can’t fuck with us no type of way, these niggas too lazy
I’m cut from a different type of cloth, I don’t know who raised ’em
Every time I pop out, I hear women screamin’, “Ooh, Baby”

5500 Degrees is the 3rd song on Louisville rapper EST Gee’s 5th album, Bigger Than Life Or Death. On the song, EST Gee recruits frequent collaborator and accomplished rapper Lil Baby, as well as 42 Dugg and Rylo Rodriguez

Writer(s): EST Gee

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Bigger Than Life Or Death (2021)

EST Gee – Lick Back Lyrics

“Lick Back”

EST Gee

[Intro]
(FOREVEROLLING)
Niggas know y’all can’t fuck with me, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin’ in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off
Turn her phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off
It’s a fast car, but I’m movin’ slow, I like my syrup raw
Every nigga ’round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I don’t bark, I bite, I got more paper than your big dawg
Wanna change your life? My best advice a brick of fentanyl
This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off
Ain’t too many like me, ninety-nine percent of ’em rip-offs
On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on
You get in your feelings and make diss songs
I make at your people’s house, outside shootin’ that blick songs
And I’m still good on every block I used to knock P’s on
Boss, I get you chalked, my name ain’t something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin’ just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall, but I ain’t something you should shoot at
Kill somethin’, you wan’ lock in with us, I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day, he flew back
I talk so much shit, I need a Tic-Tac
I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin’ your man, this here a wolf pack
Up on the score, but we still active like we on get-back
Only thing gon’ take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

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George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Hit Maker Lyrics

“Hit Maker”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Baow, baow (Flexin’ on that bitch, hold up)

[Verse]
Yeah, with Rece, slidin’ through the city, knockin’ **** his bitch call
Girl think that I’m cheatin’, phone keep chingin’, fifteen missed calls (FOREVERROLLING)
All short and shit when he up blick, have a big nigga tryna get small
I’m on tele-court on my brother Porsche off two timed-release footballs
Left hand work flip phone, right hand whack big dogs
With a dirty doubled up muddy cup, same purple stuff killed Jim Jones
Brick weigher, hit maker on an island, nigga, I’m Kim Jones
Real trapper, cook it outside on a hot plate in the freezing cold
Different now, I have six figures, still grittin’, warmin’ up pizza rolls
Reason I got a quarter million jewelry on my right wrist alone
Fix the holes, put my mix on it, and I know it’s gettin’ sold
Chrissy ‘bows I bought for twenty-four, and they go for sixty, shit
I ain’t been to sleep, been home to eat, or changed my trench clothes
I’m off XOs in the red zone, geekers tryna get the rest gone
In my city, it’s so many opp niggas gettin’ repped on
And the first time, you get the best dope, but the next load get stepped on
And I’m ten toes, stepping for the bros ’til I get sent home
Niggas been hoes since big clothes, calling young niggas they big bros
And I switched lows with a thick ho, tryna turn this flick on
And my wrist froze, AP Skeleton with the big stones
If it’s no, don’t grab no coat, that’s code for coke
If you talkin’ ’bout my worth was in dollars, I’m worth the most
I’ll pull up, tell ’em, “Lace up that trunk, I buy in bulk”
Niggas couldn’t beat me beefin’, they had to involve them folks
Niggas toddlers, broke and live with their mamas, these niggas jokers
This ain’t no movie, ain’t no secret shit to it, I’m just the GOAT
Keep it real, heard your statement was sealed, you niggas spoke
He ain’t feel safe when he got out that day, told his PO
Fakin’ like he want that smoke, me and him both know that he don’t
I don’t feel alone, all of these dead niggas I keep on smokin’ on
Let’s get it on, you ain’t tryna pop nothin’ but a poppin’ song
And I been wrong, but I got right that same night and I changed my phone
I never told, never heard of no rumor where they said I told
I’ll never fold unless it’s foldin’ up luggage with heavy loads
[Outro]
Never, niggas known for bein’ nothin’, never doin’ nothin’ gangster
Niggas never made no money, ain’t never made no noise on they block
Don’t even run they block
Mm, plus you niggas been rappin’ for fifteen years
And ain’t got shit up
Free Mo

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

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George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Lamborghini Geeski Lyrics

“Lamborghini Geeski”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Shots get to hittin’, make a big nigga tip over, yeah
(Flexin’ on that bitch, ho)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it was me, a ball of raw, some cut, and runnin’ water (Cut and runnin’ water)
Get us out the trenches, Geeski, please, we tired of starvin’ (FOREVEROLLING)
Austin passed, I spent the whole next week and a half on Market
Whoever out get slaughtered, it been hard gettin’ what I target
A link up with the bosses, I been slimy since it started
Knew he wanted his nose wiped ’cause he kept coughin’
I get money and throw crosses, am I sacrilegious?
Can’t call yourself one of my lil’ brothers, you ain’t whacked a nigga
Rappers be friendly in they cities, tryna tap in with me (Tryna tap in)
I’ll pull that switch out like it’s Pop’s if niggas keep actin’ silly
Take care of my niggas, I get cash and tracks for three, four members (Members)
Salute the real ones, said, “Fuck sucker shit,” and stood on business (Stand on business)
You stood there while he got stood over, I know you remember (Baow, baow, baow)
Shots get to hittin’, make a big nigga tip over, timber (Make a big nigga tip over)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, at night I sit and think of ways that I could break out Easy (Free my niggas)
Survival of the slimy, I can’t die, so they can’t beat me (Slime, slime, slime, slime)
Surprise me and don’t post online next time we spank your people (Yeah, next time we spank your people)
My credit high with reapers, get you stepped on for no reason (I can get you stepped on for no reason)
The Dada from Riata, but all my cars is European (All my cars is European)
Lamborghini Geeski, that ain’t my name for no reason (That ain’t my name for no reason)
Skeleton, this AP face ain’t see-through for no reason (It ain’t see-through for no reason)
I’m flawless, that’s why all them crown me king and let me lead ’em (I’ma leave ’em for no reason)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, sliding by my lonely, know some codies turn to snitches
And that’s his brodie, if I rock out, know he rolling with him
You said that you was real, observed your actions, told me different
I fronted thirty ‘bows of midget for twelve hundred fifty
All pride aside, these niggas broke in lines and claim they drillin’
Last niggas played ’round with us car got filled with 5.56s
I like the way she cut, she line somethin’ up, I call her trimmers
Be quiet while we sittin’ outside, patient, we gon’ get ’em
I’ve been double crossed, they lost when I threw out the triple
Get close up and start hittin’, beef be good for your nutrition
Off rappin’, I made millions, in the trap, I made six figures
Niggas touch bro while he locked up, I’ma zip they family, nigga

[Chorus]
Yeah, at night I sit and think of ways that I could break out Easy (Free my niggas)
Survival of the slimy, I can’t die, so they can’t beat me (Slime, slime, slime, slime)
Surprise me and don’t post online next time we spank your people (Yeah, next time we spank your people)
My credit high with reapers, get you stepped on for no reason (I can get you stepped on for no reason)
The Dada from Riata, but all my cars is European (All my cars is European)
Lamborghini Geeski, that ain’t my name for no reason (That ain’t my name for no reason)
Skeleton, this AP face ain’t see-through for no reason (It ain’t see-through for no reason)
I’m flawless, that’s why all them crown me king and let me lead ’em (I’ma lead ’em for no reason)

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Fan Lyrics

“Fan”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Perfect way to friend a snake to find a rat (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, these niggas ain’t like that and they know it too (And they know it too)
What you know ’bout hoppin’ out no mask so the opps know it’s you? (John Gotitt)
That don’t matter, brains splatter, Channel 5, Channel 2
He ain’t survive to tell ’em who (He ain’t survive)
I learned from the streets, if shit get heat, the opps’ll tell on you (The opps’ll tell on you)
Whole lot of niggas dead, the others scarеd, and the rest vegеtables
Shiner from the island off Riata, yeah, I’m reputable (Yeah, I’m reputable)
All you known for is fuckin’ up your bag (Fuckin’ up your bag), wreckin’ on the ‘Gram (Wreckin’ on the ‘Gram)
Post up the whole next week and a half, I’m tryna do ’em bad (I’m tryna do ’em bad)
Simple shit that niggas never grasp (Never), that’s why they never last (That’s why they never)
Niggas be survivin’, never live, don’t keep what they kill
Scared to death ’cause they know we for real (They know), fat boy grab the wheel (Fat boy grab)
Two calls later find out where he live (Find out), he better not be here (He better not)
All he seen that Drac’ swing in his face and then he disappear
Quicker than a brick of clear, we put shit up like chandeliers

[Chorus]
Yeah, I wonder what niggas think when they make posts hopin’ I see ’em (Wen they make posts hopin’ I see ’em)
And next post, they snot nose, face tore up, grievin’ (Face tore up grievin’)
A Dior shirt and Amiri jeans ain’t never stop no bleedin’ (Never stop no blood)
A nigga do a whole lot of talkin’, ain’t never shot no people (Ain’t never shot no one)
You took advice from an angel, found out later maybe it was a demon
In case they sayin’ that they seen me, I got a lawyer paid, we’ll beat it (Got a lawyer paid, I’ll beat it)
A perfect way to friend a snake to find a rat to feed him
I ain’t never ever made a nigga ever feel like I need him (Ever feel like I need him)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, my daddy a gangster, ain’t no way that I’ll disgrace him (Ain’t no way that I’ll disgrace him)
If you slid and ain’t bake ’em, ain’t no way I’m ‘posed to pay you (It ain’t no way that I’m gon’ pay)
It’s rules they keep on breakin’, so we keep givin’ out spankings (Keep on givin’ spankings)
And blood is how you thank us, or pay lawyer for them cases
My young niggas is anxious, but he patient when he waitin’ (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Jump out the car and chase ’em, on the way, he up his rankin’ (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
And we move like you get more chances at life when you take it (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
He was gangster ’til he caught a case and then he wrote a statement, I don’t thank it
Where you did it at? Staked out, split ’em at
Cooked it up and made a bigger batch, where your killers at?
Street shit happen, you straight to the ‘net, ain’t shot nothing yet
I know seein’ me shinin’ hurt your chest, think you playin chess
But playin’ games out here gon’ get you stretched, I’ma throw a TEC (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I wonder what niggas think when they make posts hopin’ I see ’em (Wen they make posts hopin’ I see ’em)
And next post, they snot nose, face tore up, grievin’ (Face tore up grievin’)
A Dior shirt and Amiri jeans ain’t never stop no bleedin’ (Never stop no blood)
A nigga do a whole lot of talkin’, ain’t never shot no people (Ain’t never shot no one)
You took advice from an angel, found out later maybe it was a demon
In case they sayin’ that they seen me, I got a lawyer paid, we’ll beat it (Got a lawyer paid, I’ll beat it)
A perfect way to friend a snake to find a rat to feed him
I ain’t never ever made a nigga ever feel like I need him

[Outro]
Yeah, never needed no nigga, you know what I’m sayin’?
If it’s love, it’s love
What it is, not what is was
Most of the time niggas start to be bitches
And you a bitch nigga, did nothing since ’06, evident

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Jumpout Gang Lyrics

“Jumpout Gang”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
When you rich like this, it ain’t a bitch out here you can’t get (It ain’t a bitch out here you can’t get)
Free lil’ Jumpout Gang and them, hop out the yoly, chase him (FOREVEROLLING)
How much for his case again? Tell his mama take his ten (Tell his mama take his ten)
Niggas broke in love, like laid up with a ho can make ’em bands
Baby mama tellin’ hoes I ain’t shit as if they give a damn (They don’t give a fuck)
They know if they suck it good with the hands, they just might get a bag (Mwah)
Square business, I’m a business man, focus up and you’ll get a chance (You’ll get a chance)
It’s your fault, you a type to crash, I’ll pay for shit to get it split in half (I’ll pay for shit to get it split in half)
Spin your block in the same car tomorrow, it just got different tags
Said they on my top, I said, “Back lap, I’m on the phone with Mad”
OG say it’s love until you jammed, and then got half on half
We locked in in blood, so it’s loyalty over love (It’s loyalty over love)
That mean however it come, I’m a pussy if I run (Pussy if I run)
I’m that nigga ’cause we won, baby, do it ’til I come (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I’ma buy you something quick with my lil’ trickin’ ass (With my lil’ trickin’ ass)
Still the same nigga, cash all over us, it’s split in half
Dirty my pop, deuce and a half ’cause I be livin’ fast (I be livin’ fast)
Rockin’ my thot until tomorrow ’cause all she do is nag
Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash
[Verse 2]
Yeah, 7.62s hit his whip, we call them engine enders
It’s me, the road, a ‘bow of crystal, ain’t no codefendants (It ain’t no codefendants)
Keep actin’ like you like that, niggas trippin’, they ain’t stuffed no rentals
I’m too official, up my pistol ‘fore I ever argue with you
Percocets, they itchin’, sweatin’ in these last few missions, I’m tryna get it finished (I’m tryna get it)
They don’t got no honor, they role model sold truth to your honor
In a whip with a stick with my lil’ partner, tryna catch a piñata
Came up short, I cut his cord, he tried, so I really don’t mop him
Everyone in the slums, they show me love ’cause I deliver product
Turn one into three, then dish it out to a few different buyers
Bringin’ food to the table, he the fake one, this Fendi designer
One car back behind him on the highway, I’m trailing my driver

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I’ma buy you something quick with my lil’ trickin’ ass (With my lil’ trickin’ ass)
Still the same nigga, cash all over us, it’s split in half
Dirty my pop, deuce and a half ’cause I be livin’ fast (I be livin’ fast)
Rockin’ my thot until tomorrow ’cause all she do is nag
Tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Yeah, tryna do the dash, them hollows hawked him down and did him bad
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash
Somebody should’ve told him tighten up, he finna crash

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – All My Life Lyrics

“All My Life”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Yeah, ice
All my life, yeah, all my life
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)

[Chorus]
Yeah, all my life (All my life), I wanted to be a shiner (I wanted to be a shiner)
Drive fast rides, get fly, and rock diamonds (Fly and rock diamonds, FOREVEROLLING)
My ice water Fiji, not faucet (Fiji, not faucet)
Big gold chopper (Big gold) handle my problems (Handle my problems)
All my life (All my life), I wanted to be a shiner (Wanted to be a shiner)
Drive fast rides (Drive fast), get fly, and rock diamonds (Get fly and rock diamonds)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know it’s a switch when you start hittin’, sound likе a snake hiss (Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss)
Fuck aim, just go in close as you can get, it’s likе you can’t miss (Like you can’t miss)
They ain’t me ’cause they snitch (Yeah, they ratting)
They ain’t drop they nuts enough to run they money up or take risks (Ain’t got no money)
To him, it must ain’t make sense (It must ain’t make sense)
My baby say as many Percs I take that I should take fent’ (That I should take fentanyl)
Remember I used to stay sick if I ain’t whip up that cake mix (If I ain’t whip up that)
The story about lil’ George, run up a Urus off his last eight grits (Run up a Urus off his last eight)
On IG, he looked up, but get on for months, that nigga fake risk (Get on for months)
Keep lookin’ at me, it should make sense (It should make sense)
My left wrist alone an H brick (My left wrist alone an H brick)
I’m healthy livin’, I took over the city, applyin’ physical fitness (One, two, three)
If you work out, give ’em work out, don’t snitch if you end up sittin’ (Don’t snitch if you worked out)
I’m at work now, passin’ merch out, you get low, then get up with me (Get up with me, yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, all my life (All my life), I wanted to be a shiner (I wanted to be a shiner)
Drive fast rides, get fly, and rock diamonds (Fly and rock diamonds)
My ice water Fiji, not faucet (Fiji, not faucet)
Big gold chopper (Big gold) handle my problems (Handle my problems)
All my life (All my life), I wanted to be a shiner (Wanted to be a shiner)
Drive fast rides (Drive fast), get fly, and rock diamonds (Get fly and rock diamonds)

[Post-Chorus]
I just wanna shine (I just wanna shine)
I just wanna shine (I, I, I, I just wanna shine)
I just wanna shine (I, I, I, I just wanna shine)
I just wanna shine (I, I, I, I just wanna shine)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I don’t feel ’em (I don’t feel ’em)
Don’t call tryna get paid for spinnin’ if you ain’t kill ’em
Broke the code, we fix him (Broke the code)
Shinin’, standin’ on business
No rat ain’t runnin’ my city (No rat), I’m under suspicion (I’m under suspicion)
‘Cause of the opposition be tippin’ and sayin’ we did it (They be tippin’)
But soon as he finish, he hittin’ that Phantom and gave him a trip to the ‘spital
Niggas is artificial, how many nights you slid? (How many?)
How many zips you send? (How many?)
I had a million dollars tryna bend
And when some bled, did you dove back that night? I went home head (Did you dove back that night?)
Hit ’em in ten shots, ten dead (Ten shots, ten dead)
Shit’ll get turned up if I said (Turned up if I said)
We’ll come paint this bitch red
[Chorus]
Yeah, all my life (All my life), I wanted to be a shiner (I wanted to be a shiner)
Drive fast rides, get fly, and rock diamonds (Fly and rock diamonds)
My ice water Fiji, not faucet (Fiji, not faucet)
Big gold chopper (Big gold) handle my problems (Handle my problems)
All my life (All my life), I wanted to be a shiner (Wanted to be a shiner)
Drive fast rides (Drive fast), get fly, and rock diamonds (Get fly and rock diamonds)

[Post-Chorus]
I just wanna shine (I just wanna shine)
I just wanna shine (I, I, I, I just wanna shine)
I just wanna shine (I, I, I, I just wanna shine)
I just wanna shine (I, I, I, I just wanna shine)

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Bloody Man Lyrics

“Bloody Man”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Don’t come outside, the chance of dyin’ higher than bein’ alive (Mama knew he was a killer, she looked in his eyes)
Don’t come outside, the chance of dyin’ higher than
Come outside, the chance of dyin’ higher than, uh (Don’t come outside)

[Verse 1]
I know they hope I get identified (FOREVEROLLING, hope I get identified)
‘Cause when we slide, if somethin’ don’t die, they damn near paralyzed
They don’t come outside, the chance of dyin’ higher than bein’ alive
His mama knew he was a killer, she looked in his eyes
He told the truth, she wish he lied, said he took several lives (Several lives)
Don’t see no end in sight, this life must got me hypnotized (I don’t see no end in sight)
I still don’t feel nothin’, gotta kill somethin’ to feel alive (Kill somethin’)
Ridin’ ’round rollin’, but I’m focused like I hit a line (Focused)
I’m in the city bendin’, niggas playin’ PS5
Make ’em pick sides so they start dyin’, then they whole clique divide (Takin’ sides)
Let’s see who really slime (Let’s see who really slime)
Let’s see who really love they mans more than his hundred bands
I tried to pray, God looked away ’cause I had bloody hands

[Chorus]
Bloody man (Bloody man)
Heard it’s a bounty, hope I catch him first and cash it in (I’m tryna cash it, nigga)
I ain’t got no plaques, the game shit whack, so I’m out when platinum in
Your niggas died, you act like goin’ live bring ’em back again (You act like goin’ live bring ’em back, nigga)
As he lay flat, gasping for breath, you turned your back and ran
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then (Yeah, no, I ain’t ever needed no nigga)
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then (Yeah, no, I ain’t ever needed no nigga)
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then (Yeah, no, I ain’t ever needed no nigga, I ain’t never needed no nigga, yeah)
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I don’t got no need for shit
All my needs is met
Always knew it’d come to this (Always)
Always knew that I’d be lit (Always)
Top tissue shots leave him drenched
Stomach, face, eyes, nose, neck
I ain’t breakin’ no sweat
Matter fact, I don’t break at all
I learned too much, no fallin’ off
Absorbed it all, I made the ball
Took some just in case, in case they say this shit here ain’t that strong
Fuck around, weed it all
Too much money involved to bring it back [?][1:30] fitness, dawg
Uzi hit the bathroom, rinse it off before I dropped a song
Everybody in the city tried to go against me, I stood my ground
Get ’em now, shoot back out of town, tryna make my brother proud
By puttin’ another sucker down, what’s up now?
Niggas woofin’, but they don’t make no sound, they know we huntin’ hounds

[Pre-Chorus]
Bloody man
Heard it’s a bounty, hope I catch him first and—

[Chorus]
Bloody man (Bloody man)
Heard it’s a bounty, hope I catch him first and cash it in (I’m tryna cash it, nigga)
I ain’t got no plaques, the game shit whack, so I’m out when platinum in
Your niggas died, you act like goin’ live bring ’em back again (You act like goin’ live bring ’em back, nigga)
As he lay flat, gasping for breath, you turned your back and ran
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then (Yeah, no, I ain’t ever needed no nigga)
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then (Yeah, no, I ain’t ever needed no nigga)
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then (Yeah, no, I ain’t ever needed no nigga, I ain’t never needed no nigga, yeah)
I still don’t need no nigga now and I ain’t need ’em then

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – OD Lyrics

“OD”

EST Gee

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All this damn, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, niggas broke (Niggas broke), don’t let ’em trick you with that slide shit (With that slide shit)
That stick he post online, he don’t ever be outside with it (He don’t ever be outside with it)
Meanwhile, we still ridin’ ’round off X pills, tryna blind some shit (Tryna blind some shit)
Say you slidin’, but you ain’t one of my kind if you ain’t go ridin’ with it (If you ain’t go ridin’)
I’m talking ’bout slidin’ all day and night (I’m talking ’bout slide), ain’t on no tired shit
Niggas BCIs (Niggas rats), gossipin’ ’bout Geeski, I do not see why
(FOREVERROLLING)
Shoot it ’til it de-cock, cut your street out, make you pull a tee out
And I’m hittin’ my lil’ bitch from the front, she sweatin’ it, got an Alevе out (She sweatin’ it, got an Alevе out)
She ain’t trippin’ if she sittin’ ’round me, or we could buy a Fiat (I’m gettin’ money)
I’m goin’ in deep, babe, breathe out (Breathe out)
I got my money in Sacramento like I’m Vlade Divac (Like I’m Vlade Divac)
I’m on my way (I’m on my way) to pick that cheese up, clutchin’, blowin’ the weed out
My jakes love me more than the needle ’cause how good I treat her (I treat her good)
Plus I’m protectin’ with this FN, it’s a people weeder
Just ask my opps, it turned they best friends into Jesus meeters
Yeah, yeah, bishop, preacher, deacons
Uh, shooters, servers, creepers
My mama say in the name of Jesus, she rebuke the demons (She rebuke in the name of Jesus)
Start takin’ losses, that prayer crossed me, ma, I think I’m evil (I think I’m evil)
Thought I stomped on it, wasn’t enough it, make sure he breathin’ (Make sure a nigga breathing)
Don’t need no nigga ODing (Don’t need no nigga ODing)
Yeah, yeah, make sure that nigga breathing
Thought I stomped on it, wasn’t enough it, make sure that nigga breathin’ (Don’t need no nigga ODing)
Yeah, yeah, don’t need no nigga ODing (Don’t need no nigga)
This shit strong

Writer(s): George Albert Stone III

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Misery Loves Company Lyrics | NobleLyrics

“Misery Loves Company”

EST Gee

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
If I could die from disses, I probably would’ve been cremated (I probably would’ve been cremated)
I came up (M-M-M-Murda) from servin’ them sacks of hard to a free baser (Servin’ them P’s)
Arguin’ with God, when I paid the bond, He ain’t free Kada (Ain’t free lil’ man)
You ain’t dedicated if you don’t hop out on feet chasin’ (Feet chasin’)
Niggas dead broke, say the key to paper is be patient (Nigga, fuck that)
But fuck waitin’, been tryna buck lately (Fuck that)
Live local, late break-in
High clucked out ridin’ with enough rounds then I could truck down
You hear that rip sound, nigga, better get down ‘fore he get found
Spit it from a switch round, dead nigga kiss clouds and I’m rich now
And I still ain’t switch crowds (I still ain’t switched up), can’t put my blick’ down (Can’t put my blick’ down)
And I probably never will (I never will)
Red called me from Heaven said, “You better chill”
Maybe it was Hell, but I couldn’t tell ’cause I’ll answer still (Still I answer for a bro)
I get high and hope that I’ll forget my mama’s cancer chills
Bullets hurt, made me hooked to ercs, I gotta have my pills
She hurt me first, even at my worst, I still pay half her bills (Pay half her bills)
It’s a opp survive, through grace of God, I pray he lack again (Lord, I pray he lackin’)
It’s OT folks, lowkey want that smoke, I don’t be tappin’ in (No, I don’t be tappin’ in)
Real gangsta, I can’t speak on no beef I ain’t active in (On no beef I ain’t active in)
They respect my money ’cause it’s bloody, I still act and spin (Blood on my money)
Don’t just throw your hood up ’cause you from it, nigga, what have you did? (What you doin’ in your hood?)
All I need’s a yo, lil brodie, chops and a pack of cigs
Pitch a tent, and sit out front his crib, right where this nigga live

Writer(s): EST Gee

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – What It Is Lyrics | NobleLyrics

“What It Is”

EST Gee

this track features Yo Gotti

[Intro: EST Gee]
Yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Close that door when we come in, nigga (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 fuck around, go broke ’cause I can’t move on
I’ma keep appealin’ that shit, I done blew three mill’ on that shit
Lawyer talk ’bout coppin’ a plea, but I ain’t feelin’ that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Yeah, they know us from hittin’ on shit, 55, the militant clique
I be tryna [?] and we go spinnin’ again (Grr, grr)
This shit 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 nigga over with this blower like he sleepy (Blower)
Niggas 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)
Niggas say it’s pussies 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 bitch ‘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 nigga, 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 nigga 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’ bitch a slime, she set up niggas, and I love a steal (Set up niggas, I love her ass)
I fuck 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 bitch 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)
Fuck 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 nigga home without a dollar, but his dope gone (Ran off on that nigga)

[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]
Realest shit 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 (Damn)
Bitch talkin’ ’bout bands (Damn), nigga, the opps talk about end me (Damn)
I keep that fire, so nevermind security (Pew, pew)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout paper, boy, I got that shit 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 shit, I swear to God, it ain’t no fear in me (I am, frrtt)
Yeah, count that shit again (Frrtt, frrtt)
Just thumbed threw a couple mill’, stacked it up in tens (AKel, frrtt)

Writer(s): Yo Gotti & EST Gee

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Balloons Lyrics | NobleLyrics

“Balloons”

EST Gee

this track features MoneyBagg Yo

[Intro: EST Gee]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah

[Chorus: EST Gee]
Tell ’em I’m on whatever, with whoever who won’t take it there
I rolled by the scene, ain’t see no body, but the face was there
Where I’m from, if you ain’t got no bodies, then you can’t compare
Quiet when you creep, blow with that chopper like you chasin’ deer
Headshot him, doctors couldn’t revive him, why y’all take him there?
We the rеason for balloon releases and thеm teddy bears (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
I remember, I spunt with a duce-duce, and it ain’t make a difference
Long as you get close enough to smell him when you try and hit him
I put syrup on my filters, masked up with some killers
We can shoot out two-three minutes, ’cause it’s fifties on our pistols (Brr, brr, brr-brr, brr-brr)
They ain’t wanna see me rich (They ain’t wanna), knew the outcome be horrific (Horrific)
In the streets, you only win if you got medals, this Olympics (Got medals, this Olympics)
I was ridin’ fishbowl, passin’ out them Teslas with my niggas
Burn the whip, I switch the clothes, lil’ bro got daily on his mission (He got daily on his mission)
I got semis with the switches, this bitch jam, he put it on wrong (He put it on wrong)
But it just took one to send your dawg home, he long gone (He long gone)
Last night, I dreamt they dropped his charges and brought Zone home
We went on a spree for like a week, ain’t turn my phone on
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Tell ’em I’m on whatever, with whoever who won’t take it there
I rolled by the scene, ain’t see no body, but the face was there
Where I’m from, if you ain’t got no bodies, then you can’t compare
Quiet when you creep, blow with that chopper like you chasin’ deer
Headshot him, doctors couldn’t revive him, why y’all take him there?
We the reason for balloon releases and them teddy bears (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
We the reason for the ceremony and the candle light (Gang)
Gee get busy with the pipe, he tryna send one up tonight (Gone)
Gunners on frontline, just had to send a blitz, then catch a flight
Made him see the light, his momma always said his future bright
Out of sight, out of mind (Gone)
Carbine, Dracos, and nines (Sticks)
You the reason he dead, why you leave your man in the blind?
‘Posed to told him, we go for real, put this rappin’ shit to the side
When it comes to this, I don’t miss, know we score every time we slide (Skrr)
Glock on me go, “Brr,” I got switches on my glee (Yeah)
Switchin’ up my flow, these lil’ niggas A-B-C (Yeah)
Blamin’ us talkin’ ’bout how we fucked up their family tree (Yeah)
Rest in peace what’s-his-name, left his family in disbelief (Woah)

[Chorus: EST Gee]
Tell ’em I’m on whatever, with whoever who won’t take it there
I rolled by the scene, ain’t see no body, but the face was there
Where I’m from, if you ain’t got no bodies, then you can’t compare
Quiet when you creep, blow with that chopper like you chasin’ deer
Headshot him, doctors couldn’t revive him, why y’all take him there?
We the reason for balloon releases and them teddy bears (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Writer (s): EST Gee & Moneybagg yo

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)

EST Gee – Dead Wrong Lyrics | NobleLyrics

“Dead Wrong”

EST Gee

this track features Future

[Intro: EST Gee]
Murder neat, leave no traces
Murder neat, leave no traces
Murder neat, leave no traces
5500, we ballin’, man, you know what it is
With the takers, broad daylight faces
Murder neat, don’t leave no traces (Don’t leave no traces)
Lawyer retainer erase the cases, gave the addy, and I (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gave the addy and I (Yeah, yеah, yeah)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
All the shots I send comе with a chaser (Come with a chaser)
This choppa I tote ain’t basic (Grrr)
Cookie on it with the laser (Yeah, it don’t move)
I’m with the takers, broad daylight faces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Murder neat, don’t leave no traces (Don’t leave no traces)
Lawyer retainer erase the cases, gave the addy, I paid ’em (Yeah, I pay for it)
Whoever thought I’d be famous
From rappin’ how I’m livin’ (From rappin’ how I’m livin’)
No facade or a image (No facade)
They hate us ’cause nothin’ bigger (Nothin’ bigger than us)
Foundation with the killers, no outsiders in our business (No outsiders in our business)
It’s a greenlight, see ’em, kill ’em (Kill ’em)
Let the news paint the picture (Paint the picture, yeah)
Let his family cry and miss him
Shouldn’t have been speakin’ on my nigga (Speakin’ on my nigga)
This the red zone (This the red zone)
Geeski, he so headstrong (He so headstrong)
‘Cause every time I listen to an OG (Every time I listen), he was dead wrong (Dead wrong)
They don’t know the detail, they just know we knocked his head off (They just know we knocked his head off)
Pull up, let that lead off (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) and then we sped off and now your man’s gone (And now your man’s dead)
I damn near got sick, I’m here hittin’ on his damn dawg
Balling ‘fore I went to Memphis, nigga, I’m Zach Randolph (Nigga, I’m Zach Randolph)
Soon as you changed the price, I ain’t think twice, nigga, I ran off (I took off, yeah)

[Chorus: EST Gee]
It ain’t never us, it’s them (It ain’t never us, it’s them)
Broke his version, killed the first one, he’ll kill again
All it took was a lil’ bait for me to reel him in (All it took was a lil’ bait)
All it took was a lil’ hate to see my snake appear (All it took was a lil’ hate)
And all it took was a lil’ paper to make him disappear (All it took was a lil’ paper)
We slide like mob ties (Mob ties), greatest of all time (Greatest of all time)
Won’t spare a dime ’til niggas die, I want ’em all cryin’ (Won’t spare a dime ’til a nigga die, I want them all cryin’)
Won’t spare a dime ’til niggas die, I want ’em all cryin’ (Won’t spare a dime ’til a nigga die, I want them all cryin’)

[Verse 2: Future]
Plenty bales, yeah, puttin’ risotto on the scale, yeah
Paraphernalia, lot of finesse, what I sell, yeah
Got me fed up, stayin’ down, runnin’ my bread up
Jimmy Choo sandals, big Phantom, keep my lead up
Got my bread up, head up, wake the dead up
Get the cash now, bad bitch make it better
Cook the work up, ran it up in the murder zone
Get you rained on, you ain’t know, now your brain gone
All the pain numb, I can rap it, I can sing on
Every time I listen to you broke niggas, they be dead wrong
Get the details before you judge a nigga out of the ghetto
Put the fetti up, ‘guetti up, make my wrist glow
Get the info, tenfold, spin out the Benzo
New extendo, the best smoker like indo (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: EST Gee]
It ain’t never us, it’s them (It ain’t never us, it’s them)
Broke his version, killed the first one, he’ll kill again
All it took was a lil’ bait for me to reel him in (All it took was a lil’ bait)
All it took was a lil’ hate to see my snake appear (All it took was a lil’ hate)
And all it took was a lil’ paper to make him disappear (All it took was a lil’ paper)
We slide like mob ties (Mob ties), greatest of all time (Greatest of all time)
Won’t spare a dime ’til niggas die, I want ’em all cryin’ (Won’t spare a dime ’til a nigga die, I want them all cryin’)
Won’t spare a dime ’til niggas die, I want ’em all cryin’ (Won’t spare a dime ’til a nigga die, I want them all cryin’)

Writer(s): EST Gee & Future

✍️ Correct Lyrics

George Albert Stone III, known professionally as EST Gee, is an American rapper and songwriter. He is signed to Yo Gotti's Collective Music Group, Interscope Records and Warlike. He is perhaps best known for his feature on the 2021 single "Real as It Gets" by rapper Lil Baby

album: “Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)” (2021)