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EST Gee - Water Zips (feat. Kevin Gates)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Noah Shanklin
Noah Shanklin
Recording Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Say Runtz, this shit what I been goin' through lately, you heard me? Yeah, uh, uh, yeah Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it I been here since I was selling water zips for 300 (FOREVEROLLING) First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach 7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300 He ain't die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra The realest ass, the trenches let my brother run through three boulders Last one so ign'ant, that the J, he wish he could re-smoke it Next time I see Henry, I know it might be a shootout Serving on probation with a anklet at my boo house Give your life to me, and what I do and you get flewed out Leave it in ho raw while she on top and let it ooze out Her head was so stupid, would've thought she had two mouths He said, "Are you sure you don't wanna talk?" And I said, "No doubt" Took a break from trappin', started rappin', made a new drought Talking to them ratchets, get you clapped at your new house Your bitch said you're so scared, told me everything I knew 'bout They said he almost dead So I'm just praying they pull the trigger (swear to God, please let 'em pull the trigger) Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it I been here since I was selling water zips for 300 First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach 7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300 He ain't die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra I gave niggas history and something real to beef over We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over (Cartel) Puerto Rico Dave just tapped my hip, I put that pack on it Vacuum-sealed with inner tubes to eat the base, got stamps on it Dick inside her purse, you get berserk, I put that lamp on it Making slick remarks, get no response, can't even hear that shit from where I'm at Never went through theatrics, just put eighteen zips on Cali meds Losing like a tool, I ain't open up a package yet Re-rock in my kitchen, doin' re-cooks 'Cause Sandra posted bond for my lil' brother, he got re-booked A hundred bricks of tan in minivans, I got the streets shook I met Teflon Mark in Phipps Plaza in Atlanta, I'm with OG Ken Sell load, got stopped, but I recovered, this is no pretend Smiling on a boat with my lil' bitch, I just been focusing Cigar smoke, got caught up in the moment when I soak it in Covered up my face in public, hope nobody notice it I cover up her face and fuck her, I know that she loving it She look back and say, "Bae, I'm cummin'," I can't hear you, come again Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it I been here since I was selling water zips for 300 First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach 7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300 He ain't die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra I gave niggas history and something real to beef over We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, George Stone, Jeffrey Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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