EST Gee：
FOREVEROLLING
N***as know y'all can't f**k with me n***a
Yeah yeah yeah
EST Gee：
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin' in that Trackhawk all my jewelry on my shirt off
Turn her phone on DND on silent all alerts off
It's a fast car but I'm movin' slow I like my syrup raw
Every n***a 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I don't bark I bite I got more paper than your big dawg
Wanna change your life
My best advice a brick of fentanyl
This b***h type is wife I might just let the condom slip off
Ain't too many like me ninety nine percent of 'em rip offs
On point even at her spot I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get s**t on
You get in your feelings and make diss songs
I make at your people's house outside shootin' that blick songs
And I'm still good on every block I used to knock P's on
Boss I get you chalked my name ain't something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall but I ain't something you should shoot at
Kill somethin' you wan' lock in with us I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck next day he flew back
I talk so much s**t I need a Tic Tac
I got five thousand for you help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin' your man this here a wolf pack
Up on the score but we still active like we on get back
Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back
Future：
Pluto
Suckin' this b***h titty like I'm tryna get some syrup out it
Opps shot at me ten years ago n***as still gettin' murked 'bout it
I put on so many white diamonds made a snow bunny get cockeyed
Slime that b***h out to my crew ho got crossed out
I bet you I piss out codeine b***h gon' kiss it it's a blessing
Bustdown on my freak because she suck it excellent
Certified stepper bust your head and pull a hamstring
C*****e so pure sellin''re up on an airplane
Murder red diamond on my pinky ring
On my pinky ring
Sixty six murders on my tennis chain
Sixty six murders n***a
Back and forth yeah I'm playing tennis games
I'm playin' tennis games
Racks I'm not the credit gang
No I'm not the credit gang
Future：
King Pluto yeah
I got more millions than followers n***a I'm a big dog
I dropped few dollars on Cuban links real fentanyl
I got my main b***h watered down like a fish bowl
B***h just went to suckin' I couldn't even get the TEC out
What you tell her
I just went to bustin' he couldn't even get the vest out
What you said
I just got so mad I went did a drill in my Redeye
What you said
Showed the b***h the Honda she ain't ever seen a deadeye
Yeah
Future：
All these diamond chains that b***h thought I had my shirt on
Pluto
At the laundromat washin' the money getting the dog off
Washin' off the dog
All this food turn the w**d spot into a doghouse
Rrr
Might just f**k a famous b***h in the bathroom at Walmart
King Pluto
I done hit so many n***as' wives I need a ballpark
Before I marry this b***h rather give a mil' to my mother
One hundred
Took her off the jet now her addy on my father
I've been dodgin' all these nasty h*es like a Charger
EST Gee：
Yeah so much pape' I bribed fate to hold my karma
My cause worldwide if I die I'm a martyr
He snake me ain't faze me my lick back harder
I'm sittin' washin' my hands dirty streets scarred us
Making this money remain flawless I promise
I'm no star I'm much more I'm enormous
Every time they try to slide I swear to God we spinned back
Forever gettin' my lick back yeah
