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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Devonzo Summers
Devonzo Summers
Recording Engineer
D. Cannon
D. Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

See how much you really love your family 'Cause of you, this, yeah, yeah I don't get tired of thuggin', I'ma be on this 'til judgement They told me leave the streets alone to rap, but I wasn't budgin' (FOREVEROLLING) I shoot you in your head, you diss Lil Dead, it ain't no tusslin' This beef started with y'all, but y'all kept duckin', we hit your cousin Can't no nigga say he hoed me or owed me, they made attempts They heard Geeski get shit killed, I put a hundred on 'em like Wilt They can't handle us, we stiff, ain't no smilin', shakin' hands They say you ratted, we revokin' passes, bro might fire like dragons Niggas backwards, I don't take shit for granted, we take shit for ransom See how much you really love your family, 'cause of you, this happened Ain't no big doggin' me, nigga, I'm a Rottweiler I used to serve one nigga two bricks, it cost a Sky-Dweller Ask about the island, boy, we sent shit to the hospital They all talk that murder shit, but niggas really shoplifters Hold your Rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business Keep your Rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you Hold your Rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dog Keep your Rollie up, you ever touched a brick of fentanyl, yeah, yeah I got pending cases and one bond that still need paying They want one mil' for Lukada, know I'm comin' to get you, baby Know my heart might get me killed, but it got me here, so risks, I'm takin' We don't never write no statements or give tips, we don't fuck with bacon I done trapped across the nation, I'll take it back to the basics I serve white and brown, I ain't racist, die for attention, I'll make 'em famous Better stay in my good graces, call, you sayin' your dog ain't make it Blood addictive, I can taste it, we beat all our murder cases Ain't no big doggin' me, nigga, I'm a Rottweiler I used to serve one nigga two bricks, it cost a Sky-Dweller Ask about the island, boy, we sent shit to the hospital They all talk that murder shit, but niggas really shoplifters Hold your Rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business Keep your Rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you Hold your Rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dog Keep your Rollie up, you ever touched a brick of fentanyl, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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