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riata dada - est gee lyrics

[intro]
ain’t sh*t f*ckin’ with me, i’m nothin’ like these rap n*ggas
real street n*gga, 5500 made man, yeah
i’m the real thing

[verse]
yeah, i can’t vouch for them, but they can vouch for me
legend of riata dada, came up sellin’ hank to weed
i can’t make no opps not just look dead, but i can make ’em bleed
paper right and i ain’t fightin’, you in a gunfight with a steak knife
call his lawyer, you need helicopters tryna stop us ’cause i’m gon’ yank, right?
when i move, it’s a chopper scene like the opera, i send a b*tch n*gga to the doctor
i was tryna stop you, but all that sh*t you pop make it impossible
guccis on me, semi spit like a run*on sentence, it ain’t no comma
if i wasn’t this, then i probably been done signed with dj drama
but i’m thuggin’ and i’m shinin’, f*ck with coke, i roll with gotti
when he met me, i had sixty, all fifty stuffed in my pocket
before i signed it, me and all my partners, diamond chains and watches
we like mobsters, only difference, we sip syrup with our pasta
aim is true, he’s clocked in, i watched brethen drop it, then he locked it
pay him whack his partner, n*ggas snakes, but i’m an anaconda
i make sure that’s proper, way more with the cut, it ain’t hydroxy’
but i made it, mama
couldn’t save you first, you know i’m sorry
this sh*t hypnotized me
only thing excite me is a body
he be acting c*cky like we ain’t shoot at him when he’s with his mama
this a blackout, give you to my lil’ partner, he flip n*ggas’ honda
n*gga coolin’, we done mucked they shooter, f*cked up they lil’ roster
i was nappin’ chronic ’til i got a book, i’m hooked on phonics
i’m a fendi scholar, hit it two, three times and it’s still proper
get that strong white, call this batch a boxer, ivan drago
did i really leave the streets alone to rap? i ain’t decided
hit your partner top, he squirmin’ just like fishes outta water
i ain’t got advice, just hit the trap and pray you make it out it
i had sleepless nights, can’t let ’em sneak me twice, i gotta watch ’em
get a move, turn off your phone, we finna slide, pop my yopper
they be wildin’ ’til we hit they blocks, then n*ggas playin’ possum
n*ggas bold like we ain’t takin’ souls and puttin’ ’em with my mama
and don’t pat me at no shows, i got my gun and i get hot there
i’m from louisville, where we wet our blacks and sip raw out the bottle
i don’t care how much he did, he rat, he do not get acknowledged
i’m the same n*gga used to play pitch back, talkin’ with fat chris on redondo
now i’m twelve floors up with a thick sl*t getting my d*ck sucked in a condo
[outro]
d*ck sucked in a condo, b*tch n*gga
5500 made man
est, big gee, n*gga
you hear this sh*t, n*gga
real street n*gga, you know
play me like no rapper, jump off stage on one of you n*ggas

- est gee lyrics

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