EST Gee - Who Hotter Than Gee

(DJ Swift on the beat)

Yeah, yeah
I got a question for the streets
Who hotter than Gee?
He tryna lock in with the team so he popped 'em for free
Say he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep
Broke niggas re-up couldn't cover my cost for the week
Chop in my lap, pop in my flat calm my nerves while I creep
They know I'm like that in reality not on IG
It was some light shit that you did but the meanin' was deep
I tell the shooters now they blessed 'member murder it was cheap
Even as a chef you get respect after burnin' your beef
Then after that you grab a pack and you turn it to three
Then after that if you can rap you might turn into me
Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep
Niggas better wake up 'fore they dream about murderin' me
'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street
Put yo' cuz on a T, I told him quit muggin' at me
Hit yo' lung with this heat, snake faint dug in deep
Trappin' at Miss Janice, me and Beach, right before prices got cheap
Right before water got deep, we was supposed to be like Tee and Meech

Ain't it crazy mama's baby finally made a million?
We low to the ground, call around the town with my hand on the trigger
Leave out the Galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures
I'ma street nigga and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me
You too secretive that's why I don't be trustin' these bitches
It's some fake ones mixed in with the real ones amongst me I sense it
If you listen I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin'
I thought long as we was winnin' it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen
But I stay humble hittin', you weren't feelin' me like I was missin'
I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay learnin' my mixture
Romel had made me smile he told me show Miss Trudy my pictures
Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler
Well not really he told me he feel me stand on that business
Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention
He also told me when I be rollin' ride with a sixty
And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it

Flip it that's one-twenty and we can shoot it out all day
Free The Shiners
I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck

Written by:
A. Washington, Damon Williams, George Stone III, T. Sewell

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find