On the Floor
EST Gee
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Gettin' money nigga We gon' run this bitch up a whole 'nother A whole 'nother ticket, nigga (FOREVEROLLIN) EST What it look like nigga? Gang action in this motherfucker Woo Yeah, never switchin' teams Ayy, only pour up clean when I'm mixin' lean Yeah, drop him in his hood, we gon' switch the scene I'll get a pussy nigga wacked for a zip of weed (Iced Up Records) Yeah, niggas oppositions And I ain't sellin' niggas work, niggas competition Got doggy lackin' on his-, spin the block and hit it I got fifty thousand, all hunnids pokin' out my denims He keep muggin' out them sticks, we gon' take his frames Yeah, dawg so strong it's gon' break the chain Lil' cuddy told me niggas tellin', gotta play my hands Rather bond my nigga outta jail 'fore I make it rain For them snakes in the grass, keep a mower on me I ain't steppin' in no party 'less that blower on me Nigga say he 'bout that action gotta show me somethin' Between my AP and my necklace, that's a quarter on me Ridin' through Detroit in the same 'Cat that I got shot in Soon as I woke up from surgery, I told 'em drop ten The city know, they catch a body for me then they locked in My shooter got a conscience, 'fore he slide he gotta pop Xans Four bricks of fish spread through the click, it ain't no fittin' in Ric' ain't sellin' none of his for cheap he want a hunnid grand Yeah, the wrong niggas to be speakin' bout Pull up at yo' bitch's house And catch you while you creepin' out Shit done finally surfaced so it's deeper now Niggas cliquin' up tryna make it even out I ain't doin' no more speakin' 'bout So ain't no point in reachin' out I quit poppin' yoppas make it harder to let my demons out You thought that you was low at ya lil' post One of them hoes done let yo' secret out Bitch that ain't no secret house We got some involvement in the recent drought When my niggas quit bringin' it, it wasn't no good iced tea around Always snakes in the grass, you gotta weed 'em out Most these bitches hoes, it take the right nigga to bring it out Police took my jewelry in the summer, I'm back freezin' now I'm gettin' it out the freezer now, meet me at my people house It's Big Gee the bow man, A.K.A. Mr. Leave It In A Skeezer's Mouth I went from rags to riches From small time to movin' bags of menace Just tryna touch some everlastin' figures Used to need niggas help, then I past them niggas Guess dependin' on myself made me mash on niggas Used to get fronted, now I front bags to niggas They used to count me last, now I'm first class on niggas Audemars, that's a slab my nigga, I'm talkin' dog food Press ignore for gossip, for profit, I let the call through Last spotted outside the club, we was in all coupes Champagne, 1942 when we fall through I'm Giovanni, lil' nigga, what the f*ck they call you? Just another clown wit' lies you swearin' all true Still on the the same shit, wake up daily change kicks Boy, you barely change fits, you be on that lame shit I be out the country, out the blue, I just take trips Bag movin' as I take sips Yeah, nigga Gee, what up though? Vezzo, still on the flo' Know what it is nigga
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Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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