Houstonatlantaville (Explicit) - EST Gee/Lil Baby/Travis Scott
Lyrics by：George Stone III/John Carlos Ramirez/Donte Ononiewu/John Prentiss Moore
Composed by：George Stone III/John Carlos Ramirez/Donte Ononiewu/John Prentiss Moore
Arranged by：JOHNGOTITT/Dxntemadeit/JP the Avant/Mattazik Muzik
Yeah
I really got all right now one the very few yeah
I used to mix the blue with gray
Give it merle spots
The type of food they walk
Uptown to indian trail for
Niggas really nobodies
We made y'all feel y'all selves huh
My lane drives be and1 damn
This who y'all scared of
'Round wolves but man cubs
These niggas playing thugs
Gangsta I got saved by a scale
It ain't hard to tell
At valero scoping clientele
Testers and the cell
Yo you probably grab that paper towel
I just threw on the ground
Hit the line and the dog fire
I ain't got no problem
Pulling back around in no time
Life of crime
Whoever said it pays is right
They wasn't lying
4590 stalling he drove two
Three hours for that
Pow wow and it still ain't drying
Hunndo said it died 'long as you
Respect the process you'll be fine
I can see the signs he might be
The twist on making tries
My best junkie died shooting it
In his neck and wrecked his ride
Why not arm or thighs since his
Veins collapsed it's hard to find
Take your time when you gettin'
It out the oven and why you rushin'
You can lose it all
Get it back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times
But a man inside when I got back up from
It's cool to do whatever
But you that nigga if you doin' nothin'
Yeah take your time when driving
With them pounds why you rushing
Ain't no telling lies this ****
Come out like water I ain't stutter
All electric I spent
Five and a half on a bucket
In kentucky I let wham
Go for fifty-five-hunnid
Can't be ****** with I'm so E-S-T
Know geeski 'nem my brothers
Used to front the bros and didn't
Make nothing off it 'cause I love 'em
Used to want it bad
I walked 'round million cash
Now inside the duffel
Get a nigga bust up
Can't gamble my power
Always flex my muscle
Super hustler baby
Come to save the streets
It ain't no question
The 'rari mustard
Carbon fiber package
Niggas gotta catch up
Turn the streets up
Lines around the corner
Like we got free supper
Great investor
Fifth pocket in the tesla
Come through cybertruck'd up
Rich junkie I'll give my
***** up 'fore I give my cup up
Take what I'm gon' up my
Blick before I give my **** up
Take your time when you gettin' it
Out the oven and why you rushin'
You can lose it all get it back
Tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times
But a man inside when I got back up from
It's cool to do whatever
But you that nigga if you doin' nothin'
Take your time when you gettin'
It out the oven and why you rushin'
You can lose it all get it
Back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times
But a man inside when I got back up from
It's cool to do whatever
But you that nigga
If you doin' nothin'
Woah
2019 get them cybers back
To back on e-way woah
My brodie kept 'em waiting
On my electric PJ oh
In the 7 quarterbacking like I'm CJ
You played me once
Can't run it back I'm not the DJ
It's a reason why I bought
That kick off ebay
Kicked the cup hundred thousand to
My bro like it's his b-day woah
Get two bad ******* on my
Two-way ended up a three-way
If they product ain't the topic
Plug get dropped like a release day
It's lit
Used to hustle out the H
Then went back in open space
Couldn't afford no Jordan's
Now she jumping out the J's
Every time I touch the stage
That's two million in the case
Thirty plus shows in the states
I come back with twice my age
Now my lil' bros get my lil'
Bro them a place and jobs yeah
She been dancing tryna stack
That money high as stars
Take your time when you gettin'
It out the oven and why you rushin'
You can lose it all
Get it back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times
But a man inside when I got back up from
It's cool to do whatever
But you that nigga if you doin' nothin'
