Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Algernod Washington
Algernod Washington
Songwriter
Damion Deron Williams
Damion Deron Williams
Songwriter
Tracey Sewell
Tracey Sewell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Algernod Washington, Tracey Sewell, Damion Williams, George Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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