- EST Gee Free The Shiners 歌词
- 42 Dugg EST Gee
- [Intro: EST Gee]
(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, mm
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (At my opp house)
Niggas swear they don't **** with 12, be tryna cop out
Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (Smellin' what I'm cookin')
Thot bitch used to **** with us, she a opp now (She a opp)
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Block bitch, ****in' B, her excuse: she sellin' beans
Who want 'em for seventeen? A thousand under eleven Gs
If check, exotic? Nah, nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed
[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Uh, yeah, stress press, circle squares and that's a solid rep
Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard, she tryin' not to stare
I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there
I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower
[Verse 4: 42 Dugg & EST Gee]
And I saved her under, "swallower"
Supreme Trues, Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert
Rapper second, killer first
My opps probably invented shirts
"What's her name?" Still in the dirt
Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin' (Yeah)
Big Sprites, they muddy, twelve uncles, they nutty (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We been killin' for money
[Verse 5: EST Gee]
Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public
Let's get back for our brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'
Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'
Niggas die 'fore they blink they eyes, ain't even see me uppin'
Head was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to **** her (I won't even ****, huh)
I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her (I told the bitch I love her)
[Verse 6: 42 Dugg]
And I told these bitches, "**** her"
Can't get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin', **** 'em, slump 'em (Bah, uh)
See ya yellin', "Free RIC", I'm still yellin', "Free me"
E-S-T, free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't bangin'
**** nigga been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin' on no deals
Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin' (Yeah)
Yellin', "Free all my brothers" (Yeah), yellin', "Free all the shiners"
Indicted for wearin' diamonds, **** 'em, yeah
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