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PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
Mark Nikolaev
Mark Nikolaev
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Marko Lenz
Marko Lenz
Producer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Soon, I got this shit locked and loaded, they put the police on me
The war been bogus, Kolby told 'em I had 200 on him
The Nash ain't even want half to have you smashed for speakin' on him
Once had to get the task, shit was to fast for local police
Still free you till you land unless it's sealed shit you can't show me
You know I miss big bro Rico, he short hope they parole him
His mother Pearl look like girl, I learned that from brody
Up top with sawed-off, my little homie think he Monster Kody
[Verse 2]
I know we scare 'em but we can't spare 'em if we catch him loafin'
I'm seein' shit change, my opps in graves, now they lil' cousins want it
Age ain't a thing, get on my radar then your time approachin'
They rep but they don't step, the God of War said he bless killers only
RIP Lu Mike, took his own life drawin' down on his opponent
They eyes was closed so they wouldn't know, they just heard the four nick throwin'
Even after he fell from shootin' himself you scared to walk down on him
He was like fourteen sliding with Lil' Green, puttin' bread on y'all big homie
[Chorus]
Press, press, press, press, press, get the extras
Five star powder, cowboy, Dak Prescott
Lionheart, I'm around for it when it's pressure
I don't respect no **** gettin' tipped off from detectives
Call sell it quickly, you don't wanna die, right?
It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right
You wasn't surprised, you been spoke a few times, probably with your mom, right?
You know that ain't alright, you know that ain't alright
[Verse 3]
You know that ain't straight ****, how is that okay, ****?
Man, I hate a fake ****, lame hit drank sipper
Brick layer, I help build, **** end up still switchin' back
My face painted holding on the Drac waitin' on the spot where they be at
Somehow, someway, even if my prey escape I got the skill to track
Everytime I wake, every second of day, I'm thinkin' of catchin' a hat
If I bumped into you and you know it's at, you know I'm uppin' strap
My best advice you back as if you don't but you know shit splat
Different when you leave the spot without a thought of getting back
Two energies don't match, you want a name he want a stat
Then another one, and another one, and another one after that
It's new **** that think now since they in it the score 'posed to reset
[Verse 4]
So fuck keeping score, it's just gonna be war till it's just us left
Learned as a lil' boy applyin' force is what get you respect
You know you got floored if you don't hear no noise I banged that stick
The young Shiners starter kit the dog you hit something with your blick, man
[Chorus]
Press, press, press, press, press, get the extras
Five star powder, cowboy, Dak Prescott
Lionheart, I'm around for it when it's pressure
I don't respect no **** gettin' tipped off from detectives
Call sell it quickly, you don't wanna die, right?
It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right
You wasn't surprised, you been spoke a few times, probably with your mom, right?
You know that ain't alright, you know that ain't alright
Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, Mark Nikolaev
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