Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Devonzo Summers
Recording Engineer
D. Cannon
Mastering Engineer
Letra
[Verse 1]
I don't get tired of thuggin', I'ma be on this till judgement
They told me leave the streets alone to rap, but I wasn't budging
I'll shoot you in yo head, you diss lil dead it ain't no tussling
This beef started with y'all, but y'all kept ducking, we hit yo cousin
Can't no **** say he hoe me or owe me, they made attempts
They heard Geeski get shit killed, I put a hunnid on em' like wilt
They can't handle us, we stiff, ain't no smiling, shaking hands
They say you ratted, we revoking passes, blow my fire like dragons
**** backwards, I don't take shit for granted, we take shit for ransom
See how much you really love yo family, 'cause of you this happened
[Verse 2]
Ain't no big dawg in me, ****, I'ma rottweiler
I used to serve one ****'s two bricks, it costs a sky dweller
Ask about the island, boy, we send shit to the hospital
They all talk that murder shit, but **** really shoplifters
Hold yo rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business
Keep yo rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you
Hold yo rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dawg
Keep yo rollie up if you ever touched a brick of ****
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I got pending cases and one bond that still need paying
They want one mill' for Lukada, know I'm coming to get you, baby
Know my heart might get me killed, but it got me here, it's a risk I'm taking
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'll serve white and brown, I ain't racist
Die for attention, I'll make him famous
Better stay in my good graces, call you sayin' yo dawg ain't make it
Blood addictive, I can taste it, we beat all our murder cases
[Verse 4]
Ain't no big dawg in me, ****, I'ma rottweiler
I used to serve one ****'s two bricks, it costs a sky dweller
Ask about the island, boy, we send shit to the hospital
They all talk that murder shit, but **** really shoplifters
Hold yo rollie up if you ain't been involved in cop business
Keep yo rollie up if you a hustler, I'm tryna shop with you
Hold yo rollie up if you self-made, ain't got no big dawg
Keep yo rollie up if you ever touched a brick of ****
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones

