Testo What It Is - EST Gee feat. Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone What It Is (EST Gee feat. Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album Bigger Than Life Or Death (Deluxe)
(LaTruba made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Close that door when you come in here, nigga
Yeah, yeah, make sure the door closed (Make sure the door locked)
I still get in loads, I know Fatboy gon' get that
Dope sold (I know Fatboy gon' get that dope sold)
I knew two OGs don't get respect, we heard
They both told (We heard they both rats)
My lil' bro don't say nothin', he just
Spray somethin', you don't know Zone?
My lil' bro been locked up, fightin' two cases, may not come home (No)
Lil' bro know I fuck around, go broke 'cause I can't move on
I'ma keep appealin' that shit, I done blew three mill' on that shit
Lawyer talkin' 'bout coppin' a plea (Yeah
Yeah, yeah), but I ain't feelin' that shit
Yeah, they know us from hatin' on shit, 55
The militant clique (55 the militant clique)
I be tryna quit, then they diss Red
And we go spinnin' again (Brrt, brrt)
This shit ain't no secret, even OT keep my yeeky (OT keep my gun)
I'm the one made opps click up with police, they
Couldn't beat me (Police, they couldn't beat me)
Slump a nigga over with this blower
Like he sleepy (Blower like he tired)
Niggas drivin' be survivin', but the
Passengers be leakin' (Yeah), I'm done
We got like two Dracs and four handguns
Inside this Cullinan (Cullinan)
Niggas say it's pussies over there, you
Ain't talkin' 'bout none of us (None of 'em)
I was sellin' O's and them M's, I'ma run it up
How you blow your bag on a bitch 'fore you put your mama up? (Bitch)
I just flew my FN and my chopper out to Louisville (Phew)
Gee took me to Newberry for the deal
I know what it is (I know what it is)
Yeah, real street nigga, I don't know how to feel (I am)
I can help you get a pack or hundred thousand pills (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Toby, bro, you straight? A nigga play
Then we gon' do him in (We gon' kill him)
Booted off of that X and make a mess, knock off
They brothers' limbs (Booted off of that X, yeah)
My lil' bitch a slime, she set up niggas and
I love her still (Set up niggas, I love her)
I fuck her so long, she say, "I better not
Take another pill" (I better not take another)
Trap and drop that action in the water
This bitch gotta swim (Water, it gotta swim)
Ballin' like they draft me as a starter
But I ain't touchin' rims (Yeah, I'm a star)
Say you want that smoke, we get to fillin'
Up the ozone (Fillin' up the air with it)
Fuck around, see a minor with that iron
In the red zone (Iron in the red zone)
My big bro make millions off that ice, we
Call him Frozone (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
I iced out my wrist like it was swollen
From a broke bone (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
8:40 In the morning, I'm on Tubman workin'
Both phones (Gon' get my trap on)
Quarter brick'll fit a pound of smoke, just
Got 'em both sold (Just got 'em both gone)
He thought we was country cappin', actin' like his
Dope strong (Actin' like we country niggas, haha)
Send a nigga home without a dollar, but his
Dope gone (That lil' ran off on that nigga)
Realest shit I heard was everybody shine together (Shine together)
Bird control, I know birds flyin' any weather
I just bought a Richard half a mill' on a Wednesday (Damn)
Bitch talkin' 'bout, "Beens me" (Damn)
The opps talkin' 'bout, "End me" (Damn)
I keep that fire, so never mind security (Pew, pew, pew)
Niggas talkin' 'bout paper, boy, I got that shit in jewelry
You may lose some blood (Blood), and I may need a jury (Jury)
'Bout that gangster shit, I swear to
God, it ain't no fear in me (I am)
Yeah, count that shit again
Just thumbed through a couple mills, stacked it up in tens
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Writer(s): Mario Mims, Allen Kelly, Noah William Davis, George Stone Iii
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