ABM - EST Gee.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones
[00:01.000] 作曲 : George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones
[00:03.270]Phew, phew, phew, phew
[00:04.270]I know bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to the, yeah, yeah
[00:06.350]I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons why you can't come up East
[00:08.270]We condoning chipes, I know this stick gon' sweep him off his feet
[00:10.800](FOREVEROLLING)
[00:12.480]EST the streets, they know we get money and kill that beef
[00:14.040]All my opps is rappers, ain't on shit, they tryna kill a beat
[00:17.300]Geeski known to sever links, you with us or against us?
[00:20.470]Burning bridges, niggas in the middle get left in the river
[00:22.750]Glizzy with the switches, it take like four seconds to shoot fifty
[00:26.430]They refresh they Insta', hope to see me dead or gone to prison
[00:28.800]But I'm fresh in all my pictures, icy like December winter
[00:32.460]Sliding with my niggas, we don't see our opps and drop the window
[00:35.420]We gon' hop out, get 'em, doubt your fastest man outrun this semi
[00:38.470]We in parties tripping, please don't walk up asking for no pictures
[00:41.320]I turned up the city, all the killers wanna lock in with me
[00:44.470]They see bop heads on spinners, sent your big dog to 'spital
[00:47.980]Big bro pop them slows and get on bullshit with his chopper
[00:50.090]And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama
[00:54.580]And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers
[00:57.200]And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down Poplar
[01:00.530]And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off your pasta
[01:02.820]And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners
[01:05.910]And AR with the stocker, shoot it steady when you pop it
[01:09.780]It always been 'bout money, always been **** all outsiders
[01:12.510]Anxious opps keep getting hit with shots like it's they B-Day
[01:14.950]Surround my self with sharpshooters who don't pass to they teammates
[01:18.560]The island where it's violent, act like you don't know where we stay
[01:20.860]We back to back in elays, tryna make sure you get cremated
[01:23.350]An auction for them bodies, so far, I done bid the highest
[01:26.890]I flew out to Cali, met a man with options of exotic
[01:29.830]I'm silent and I'm solid, make most 'migos take a liking
[01:32.820]We war ready like Vikings, banging two straps like we dykeing
[01:36.430]Driving on the highway, it's pounds of exotic by the tire
[01:38.980]Yo Gotti came and snatched me out the jungle with the lions
[01:42.330]It wasn't too hard to find me, look for the diamonds and choppers
[01:45.010]EST the shiners, young niggas who shoot, we Houston Rockets
[01:48.320]Big bro pop them slows and get on bullshit with his chopper
[01:51.240]And we gon' shoot regardless, don't get caught out with your mama
[01:54.180]And we still throw up Cs for Con Gang, home of the robbers
[01:57.270]And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down popping
[01:59.750]And I drop off that guala, make 'em come knock off your pasta
[02:03.690]And all y'all know who shot y'all, tell the opps pick up they partners
[02:06.140]And AR with the stocker, shoot it steady when you pop it
[02:09.270]It always been 'bout money, always been **** all outsiders
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