CMG The Label, Yo Gotti, Mozzy and EST Gee - 1st of Jan
(FOREVEROLLING)Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don't you come-
Nah, let's get on some gangster shit
Yeah, it's EST, the big OG, O for obituary
I made some old nigga step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chikes, but one of they niggas got buried
I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call Lil' Scary
They know Lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry
I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry
So don't stand nowhere near me
Or fuck around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my niggas straight
Bitches chase, fuck 'em, I escape
Hit the lights and tap the brakes
I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes
Pull over and switch the plates
Poppin' since my demo tape
Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why niggas hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your nigga scraped
Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this nigga gone, I'm happier than Christmas day
Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my niggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (yeah, yeah)
I'm the type of nigga build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am)
I decided we don't tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am)
Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, "It's been a minute"
Niggas tellin' me slow down for what? Nigga, fuck your opinion (fuck 'em)
I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbor
Lil' bruh got a million, he a cold robber
I don't like no problems, let the- solve 'em (yeah, yeah)
Don't become a threat or you'll be gone tomorrow (brrt)
Man, we slide in Amiri (yeah)
Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (pew, pew, yeah)
Put him on his cycle, leakin' like on he his period (brrt, yeah)
Pussy-ass nigga know not to play with me, period
Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my niggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (yeah, yeah)
Don't take no trip, but all my gangster niggas sign me up
Them .223s over the .45, nigga, fire it up
Can't politic without my presence, I'm the higher-up
The information you possess suggests you wired up
These niggas known for tellin'
We known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon
Free all the thugs, we throw a shell before we throw a sub
Confirmed murders over attempteds, niggas know what's up
These niggas know it's us
Ayy, this shit slimy, nigga
I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy niggas
Fuck all that rappin', known for blappin', I just psyched a nigga
She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on niggas
I told her, "Line him up"
This shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my niggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary
Written by:
George Stone III, Henning Gruschow, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Mario Mims, Timothy Patterson
Publisher:
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