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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Luke Clay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
LC
Producer
Eric Fernandez
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(FOREVEROLLING) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I still got it, nigga, action or exotic
Ain't no label get me poppin', soon as he touch the bottom, drink some water
Make it harder, fish with side of tartar for a shooter or a snorter
I'll make you to a martyr easy, step in front this carbon (brr)
I'm into extortion, we gon' pay the work, it's cornered
Catch a nigga early mornin', buyin' diapers for his daughter
Lot of rappers just be actin', they in character performing
Seen so much, it's normal, I ain't develop no disorder
I'm spinnin' over and over, nothin' come out, opps out of order
Out here, I'm like Jordan, ain't nobody stoppin' me from scorin'
Beach gon' play the block, then run the floor for me, my power forward
Everybody thank the Lord, God gave a million to lil' George
'Cause as many as it is now, if I was around, it'd be more
As in poor, as in corpses and wars and morgues
Like, nah, I don't fuck with him, he cap (nah)
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow this dope up for me, blow this dope up for me
Blow this dope up for me, nigga, blow this dope up for me (yeah)
Like, nah (nah), I don't fuck with him, he cap
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow this dope up for me, blow this dope up for me
Blow this dope up for me, nigga, blow this dope up for me (yeah)
You know I took his shit closed-fist (closed), yeah, they ain't give it to me (shit)
Dog cook a mixed pit-bully, I get 'em, ship it to me
Tried tax it, so know we took it, he gotta popped for tryna whoop me
Big shiner, bigger money, quiet 'fore I put it on him
My lil' brother richer than his big homie
Skinny, bony, pants XL, stick on him (brr)
Patient once we sittin' on him
Trippin', ain't tint the windshield, it's easier to see him still
I ain't leavin' 'til he get killed, how you think that it make me feel?
No, you ain't on nothin' for real, knowin' that ain't love you feel
Knowin' I play dumb for real, I'm slammin', get my cousin killed
Wonder, do you love me still? You know I hate you
Can't wait to spank you, they ready should I say to (yeah)
Like, nah, I don't fuck with him, he cap (nah)
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow this dope up for me, blow this dope up for me
Blow this dope up for me, nigga, blow this dope up for me (yeah)
Like, nah (nah), I don't fuck with him, he cap
Switch the phone, it might be tapped, turn this sizzoft into crack
Blow this dope up for me, blow this dope up for me
Blow this dope up for me, nigga, blow this dope up for me (yeah)
Writer(s): Luke Clay, Jeffrey Jones, George Stone, Kameron Johnson
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