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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Noah Shanklin
Noah Shanklin
Recording Engineer
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Swinging out the window with them thangs became a routine
If you got all bands you can put 50 in some blue jeans
I served him some Reggie, he came back this **** too green
I pray every day I'm not in too deep with a J Reed
I pray every day that EST don't never snake me
I think every day about putting y'all faces on white tees
I been up for months, it's on my mind, it's like I can't sleep
I'ma drop a million on they block before take me
[Verse 2]
Let that drac squeeze
Made yo man a Dolphin, **** must thought this was fake beef
Who would think the street where you grew up a place you can't be
Shine the light on hoover gangsta trappers y'all should thank me
**** couldn't control me I'ma boss it made them hate me
I had dreams of 'Rari'a racing Quanny on the ten speed
**** sell so much dope in they raps and ain't got 10 g's
**** shoot so much guns in they raps. how they ain't killed me?
EST magician team, we turn y'all cows to swiss cheese
Bullets beat the shit out GMC's Michael Bisping
I was selling midget bags for 18 like 6-3's
I was selling 30, take a break, he said he can't leave
[Verse 3]
Swinging out the window with them thangs became a routine
If you got all bands you can put 50 in some blue jeans
I served him some Reggie, he came back this **** too green
I pray every day I'm not in too deep with a J Reed
I pray every day that EST don't never snake me
I think every day 'bout putting yall faces on white tees
I been up for months, it's on my mind, it's like I can't sleep
I'ma drop a million on they block before take me
[Verse 4]
Before I left the hood I made sure everybody good
Never question where I stood, If it wasn't no line I drew it
I done flew it, I done grew it, I became I connoisseur
In my section I got pull, fuck that talking let's get to it
Say they doing good but could apply some pressure to big Don Juan
Type of **** can't even send no blicks 'cause he wear pom poms
Type of ****, pawning all his jewelry, **** can't be serious
Is this fast and the furious in the crown spot?
10 block with a Curry shot, 30 got his 30 cocked
55 make y'all go into hiding, **** rapping lies, ain't no flaw in mine
I'm one of a kind, I ain't hard to find
Young street **** guide me and all my guys on the island
[Verse 5]
Swinging out the window with them thangs became a routine
If you got all bands you can put 50 in some blue jeans
I served him some Reggie, he came back this **** too green
I pray every day I'm not in too deep with a J Reed
Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones
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