Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm from where calm made us hot after niggas started gettin' picked off
Niggas front us, don't make nothin' from it but fifty missed calls
When DQ had a million-five and died takin' footballs
I used to walk these streets broke, now I drive a push-start
Niggas know that I ain't greedy, get spanked, keep tryna be sneaky
If I told you what I paid for these P's, you wouldn't believe me
Whole city hatin', that shit crazy, used to call us dirty
The other side some bummy guys, but me and mines ain't hurtin'
If I did it, it was on purpose, I ain't never said I was perfect
While me and Vontaе lurkin', hopin' police don't disturb us
We thought niggas was gangsters, hustlеrs, killers, and robbers
But that's online, and from our eyes, niggas ain't matchin' our grind
Niggas ain't never seen a nine and it let it fly for sixteen-five
Rock it up, hopin' we find a sucker to shop with us
Know the dope already cut, but we told 'em it was raw, though
Finessed him, God bless him, get a new number tomorrow
Told him meet me on Redondo, my nina on me like Rondo
Know my run long as a car note, on the highway with a Carlo
Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin'
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use her kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin'
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use the kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Real trapper, this was my dream, I know ain't no I in team
But you can find me with cream, Karo jugg, he think it's lean
Percs done damn near made us fiends, out here, ain't no in between
Lil' dog said he got a sting, you know I let him hold the beam
On our block, we reign supreme, biggest shit you ever seen
Balmain, not no Rockstar jeans, balled, but I ain't make no league
Why these niggas wan' hate on Gee?, know I get it from A to Z
Cali weed, ain't from AZ, none of that fuck shit fazin' me
These broke niggas dream 'bout takin' me, these freak hoes dream 'bout datin' me
Lot of shit ain't okay with me, better watch what you say to me
Countin' my pockets, that's gay to me, they know better than play with me
They overnight them things to me, just give me 'bout a day or three
Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin'
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use her kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin'
Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use the kitchen
Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it
Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Writer(s): George Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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