Ice Talk 42 Dugg & EST Gee

Who got the ups on us? (Who got ups on us?)
Strap across your shirt, like, nigga, buckle up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
You can’t miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you fuck it up
[?] ho got like three trimmers, real street nigga, my money up
Wave this bitch like, “Hey, what’s up?”
Soon as fat boy get close enough
Niggas don’t want bump, they punks, on IG, hope I post ’em up
I talk to them bodies late at night when I be rollin’ up

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
They know it’s us
Gone with all that flaggin’, bitch, you braggin’, now I choke on bra
.40, that’s the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen timеs thirty-three
I hope he ain’t sellin’ drеams, might go back to mailin’ keys
I don’t want no good bitch, make good bitch a felon, please
[Verse 3: EST Gee]
My wrist methamphetamine
You know this that ice talk
Hop out on foot, let pipe off
Yellow tape, white chalk
OT gettin’ this ice off
‘Fore a hundred mails every country town around, we beat it down
Used to bag up pieces, sittin’ up east listenin’ to Wipe Me Down

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg &EST Gee]
I know they don’t like me now, your brother, sister, cousin
Feds ever hit the house, put my shit in the oven
They get cheaper by the roster, who to a monster?
We blow them choppers, bitch
I don’t know my answer, bitch
Tell me, what come after rich?
Play with us, we whackin’ shit, claimin’ shit and stampin’ shit
Fuck y’all (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: EST Gee]
These niggas don’t want beef with us, they IG killers
We bendin’ blocks in three rentals, I don’t see niggas
Keep drillin’, bitch, we breed killers
We elite spinners
Big shiner, keep his heat wth him, even sleep with it
[Verse 5: 42 Dugg]
Wake up, bitch won’t fuck the youngin from the front, go get that makeup
To make sure all my niggas had a piece, I took a pay cut
Ho gon’ put the sperm in her name, gon’ need some pasters
I’m crankin’ my fake drugs for four-hundred and eight months
[?] with me like [?]
The driver like my [?]
That’s the only bitch I can’t touch
These niggas is not me, these niggas is not Gee
Got blow pack, got rock seeds
Got [?] and boxed gin, I’m top ten

[Verse 6: EST Gee]
Yeah, go catch one and get locked in
Got out of line and get knocked in
In my city, I’m top ten
Number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
With a white boy snortin’ H lines
In the side county, niggas can’t find
With a .45 on my waistline
Like fuck niggas, I’m lit now
Crossed over, I’m big slime
I’m still slidin’, I’m rich now
Everybody gotta pick sides
Took a risk to hold up my wrist high
My lil’ brother took six lives, he a lil’ nigga but look 6’5″
Can the opps say they didn’t hide?
Yeah`

Сообщение Ice Talk 42 Dugg & EST Gee появились сначала на скачать песни из Тик Тока 2022.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *