A MOMENT WITH GOTTI (Explicit) - EST Gee/Yo Gotti
Lyrics by：Saint Cardona/George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mario Mims/Mark Nikolaev
Composed by：Saint Cardona/George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Mario Mims/Mark Nikolaev
Produced by：FOREVEROLLING/Marko Lenz/Saint Cardona
EST Gee：
Mm-hmm mm-hmm mm-hmm
Got me up yeah
As real as it get
Plus your favorite rapper been on my
I just was prayin' this that they ain't drop me probably fit in my
I told my mama I owe her
She told me shut up and grip
Pure bred red nose pit I trained it lay down and sit
They tried boxin' me in
But I ain't flinchin' ain't nothin'
I seen 'em they comin' I don't pay 'em nothin' under a hundred
He took off runnin' but stumbled got his head turned to a pumpkin'
Plus my sons in abundance they know they' daddy been thuggin'
Even though I know they' mama make me show I love 'em with money
I'm the king of the jungle but they ain't vote me the leader
I undercut my competers although it's cheaper it's ether
Russian put it in the freezer pray it don't clog up his needle
I'ma pop it like Gotti playin' Touchdown through my speakers
With all my jewelry on in my car
For a ain't touchin' me neither
Yo Gotti：
I just touched down in Houston what's happenin'
It's just me and my shooters let's get it
I ain't payin' no plugs
I got more free bands than Scooter
Gotta value your past and depend on your future
How you be with and be with
'Cause the money went neutral
If you see me with Geeski two Lambos and two yeekies
A playin' he leakin'
They call me Mr. No-Speakin'
Might be the hustler of the century I am
Richest I know still under investigation I am
Tryna duck the penitentiary
Streets talk too much shh please do not mention me quiet
World War 4 if a touch a inch of me
EST Gee：
I was up with Gotti had sent for me I was up
Trap from Texas to Tennesseee I was strapped
Pandemic price like thirty-three
Bricks and water was ten a piece it was ten
Get it wrapped like a gift from me
It was grey I do my thing
Turn it blue color Tiffany I'm a dawg
Around with that food the only way I really eat
Blog and comments don't get to me
I come from out the projects
Ayy put a mill' in that water
Stuck my arm in it Vince Carte my arm in the rim
They thought I died in the Charger
But the shooter ain't hit they target
Say y'all blame him for the slaughter
Put them in history the market
Answers my call apartment walk out big blick in my jogger
Notorious like Big Poppa
But I ain't goin' like Chris Wallace
This city know who the goblins
They beggin' for me to stop it
The reason they don't ride with toddlers
No sympathy dead more mamas
You either in or you out it
And don't even question me about it
