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EST Gee – What It Is Lyrics


What It Is Lyrics by EST Gee (feat. Yo Gotti)


Li Trebble made the beat he only had to play it once


Close that door when you come in here

Make sure the door closed

I still get in loads I know Fatboy gone get that dope sold

I knew two OG’s don’t get respect we heard they both told

My lil bruh don’t say nun he just spray sumn he don’t know zone

Yo Gotti

My lil bro been locked up fighting two cases may not come home

Lil bro know I fuck around go broke cuz i can’t move on

I’ma keep appealing that shit

I done blew three mill on that shit

Lawyer talking bout copping a plea but I ain’t feeling that shit

Yeah yeah yeah

They know us from hitting on shit

55 to Millton I be tryna quit then they **

Then we go spinning again (brrt)

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This shit ain’t no secret even OT get my yeeky

I’m the one made opps click up with police they couldn’t beat me

Slump a n**** over with this blow up like he sleepy

N***** driving be surviving but the passengers be leaking


We got like two dracs and four hand guns inside this Cullinan

N***** say it’s pussies over there you ain’t talking bout none of us

I was selling O’s and them M’s I’ma run it up

How you blow yo bag on a bitch before you put yo momma up

I just flew my FN and my choppa out to Louisville

Gee took me to Newburg before the deal I know what it is


real street n**** ion know how to feel

I can help you get a plaque or a hunnid thousand pills

Told big bro you straight

A n**** play then we gone do him in

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Booted off that X and make them mesh knocked off they brother limbs

My lil bitch a slime she set up n***** and I love her still

I fuck her so long she say I bet not take another pill

Trapping drop that action in the water this bitch gotta swim

Balling like they draft me as a starter but I ain’t touching rims

Say you want that smoke then get to feeling up the O zone

Fuck around see a mono with that iron in a red zone

My big bro make millions off that ice we call em four zone

I iced out my wrist like it was *** from a broke bone

8:40 in the morning I’m on ** working both phones

Caught a brick of Fet a pound of smoke just got em both sold

He thought we was country capping acting like his dope strong

Send a n**** home without a dollar but his dope gone

Realist shit I heard was everybody shine together

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Air control I know birds fly in any weather

I just bought a Richard half a mill on a wednesday

Bitch talking bout Benz me

The opps talking bout E’n me

I keep that fire so never mind security

N***** talking bout paper boy I got that shit in jewelry

You may lose some blood

And I might need a jury

Bought that gangsta shit I swear to god there ain’t no fear in me (I Am)

Yeah count that shit again

Just gone through a couple mill stack it up in 10

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