EST Gee - Hit Maker lyrics

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EST Gee - Hit Maker lyrics

[Intro] Phew, phew, phew, phew Baow, baow (Flexin' on that b*tch, hold up) [Verse] Yeah, with Rece, slidin' through the city, knockin' **** his b*tch call Girl think that I'm cheatin', phone keep chingin', fifteen missed calls (FOREVERROLLING) All short and sh*t when he up blick, have a big ni**a tryna get small I'm on tele-court on my brother Porsche off two timed-release footballs Left hand work flip phone, right hand whack big dogs With a dirty doubled up muddy cup, same purple stuff killed Jim Jones Brick weigher, hit maker on an island, ni**a, I'm Kim Jones Real trapper, cook it outside on a hot plate in the freezing cold Different now, I have six figures, still grittin', warmin' up pizza rolls Reason I got a quarter million jewelry on my right wrist alone Fix the holes, put my mix on it, and I know it's gettin' sold Chrissy 'bows I bought for twenty-four, and they go for sixty, sh*t I ain't been to sleep, been home to eat, or changed my trench clothes I'm off XOs in the red zone, geekers tryna get the rest gone In my city, it's so many opp ni**as gettin' repped on And the first time, you get the best dope, but the next load get stepped on And I'm ten toes, stepping for the bros 'til I get sent home ni**as been hoes since big clothes, calling young ni**as they big bros And I switched lows with a thick ho, tryna turn this flick on And my wrist froze, AP Skeleton with the big stones If it's no, don't grab no coat, that's code for coke If you talkin' 'bout my worth was in dollars, I'm worth the most I'll pull up, tell 'em, "Lace up that trunk, I buy in bulk" ni**as couldn't beat me beefin', they had to involve them folks ni**as toddlers, broke and live with their mamas, these ni**as jokers This ain't no movie, ain't no secret sh*t to it, I'm just the GOAT Keep it real, heard your statement was sealed, you ni**as spoke He ain't feel safe when he got out that day, told his PO Fakin' like he want that smoke, me and him both know that he don't I don't feel alone, all of these dead ni**as I keep on smokin' on Let's get it on, you ain't tryna pop nothin' but a poppin' song And I been wrong, but I got right that same night and I changed my phone I never told, never heard of no rumor where they said I told I'll never fold unless it's foldin' up luggage with heavy loads [Outro] Never, ni**as known for bein' nothin', never doin' nothin' gangster ni**as never made no money, ain't never made no noise on they block Don't even run they block Mm, plus you ni**as been rappin' for fifteen years And ain't got sh*t up Free Mo

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