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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Aaron Lockhart
Aaron Lockhart
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Producer
Greedy Money
Greedy Money
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Plummer
Patrick Plummer
Recording Engineer

गाने

This is Greedy Money Dubba-AA flexin' Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us Gang members, real pain-givers like a train hit 'em Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (you know what it is, This Is the sound) Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan 55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?" All-white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one Thirty bricks for thirty-three a piece, I'm tryna grab one I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas Ass-kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy) Past-tense, I got a driver now, but even he know I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding Five double-murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off I pick up when that pape' call, bitch Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong (that H strong, woof) Making plays how I made my name, it ain't take long Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off Pull off make me wait long, I ain't wait long, I ain't no sitting duck Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us (you sacrifice your life) Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic-ing up Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up (tighten up) We gon' get this money, give a fuck 'bout niggas liking us (fuck 'bout niggas liking, yeah) Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something (like I'm Mike Vick) Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic Gangster everywhere except my casket I'm a made man if an opp nigga asking (If a opp nigga asking) With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga
Writer(s): Aaron Lockhart, Dion Hayes, George A. Stone Iii, La Troy Garrret Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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