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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
Songwriter
Max Jacobsson
Songwriter
Eeti Eratuli
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Songwriter
John Carlos Ramirez
Songwriter
Kaelub Denson
Songwriter
Kazarion Fowler
Songwriter
Marcus Rashad Battle
Songwriter
Charles T. Styles
Songwriter
Kentavious Burney
Songwriter
Brandon Hood
Songwriter
Markell Cody
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Moz
Producer
Evertime
Producer
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Royce Monroe
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Keep balling till my wrist ache
Hard in the paint like I'm Flocka in 2008
And you can judge me off my face or how much cut my H take
I told him park in front the gate, you see the jakes shake
The only thing I fear is a fed case
Lil' bro took his time on the chin like a watch face
Why you take it off around the water if it's not fake?
Business first, play sure I run off and ran off into a Drac'
Ran into a plug, ain't take my own advice, I did the race
He catch me slipping, it's something coming out with me, like my birthday
I got merch waiting, soon as you finish, come get back straight
Top rank, I got power powder like it box Tank
High place, God gonna have to whip me 'cause the cops can't
[Verse 2]
Nothing in the world can get your block out if he can't, Gee
And You can ask whoever, **** know wassup with me
They say I got them bending, they caught two in like four weeks
Before you fool a bro, pull the work to the police
I'm in something low low but it's slow though, products of my V
See who I see, pull down my ski and make them beat they feet
I seen a lot but not no opp, got run on .223
I'm in New York, riding with that torch like I'm from RPT
And we drop VPC, I'm EST from NBG
[Verse 3]
And we don't care about cameras on your street, like Tommy G
This four pound make him slow down, like, I think I'm Bobby V
I got so rich, I don't ask no bitch what she like about me
You dummy, know it's money, even Stevie Wonder see it
He blind, the way the engine sounded, he knew it was a demon
I'm grinding, send my bitch a watch, she swear that I was cheating
On God, I kept it trench alive with 50 dollar pieces
And quit lying to them people, you ain't riding for no reason
Written by: Brandon Hood, Charles T. Styles, Eeti Eratuli, George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr, John Carlos Ramirez, Kaelub Denson, Kazarion Fowler, Kentavious Burney, Marcus Rashad Battle, Markell Cody, Max Jacobsson