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EST Gee – Fan lyrics

Yeah, yeah, These niggas ain’t like that and they know it too
What you know bout hopin out no mask on the opps know it’s you
That don’t matter, brains splatter
Channel 5 Channel 2
He ain’t survive to tell em who
I learned from the streets that shit get heat the opps will tell on you
Whole lotta niggas dead the other scared and the rest vegetables
Shiner from the island off riata yeah I’m reputable
All you known for is fuckin up yo bag wreckin on the gram
Posted up the whole next week and a half
I’m tryna do em bad simple shit that niggas never grasp
That’s why they never last niggas be surviving never live
Don’t keep what they kill scared to death cause they know we for real
Fat boy grab the wheel 2 calls later find out where he live
He bet not be here all he seen that drac swing in his face and then he dissaper
Quicker than a brick of clear we put shit up like chandeliers

I wonder what niggas think when they make posts hopin I see em
And next post they snot nose face tore up grievin
A Dior shirt and Amiri jeans ain’t never stop no bleedin
A nigga do a whole lotta talkin ain’t never shot no people
You took advice from an angel found out later maybe it was a demon
In case they sayin that they seen me I got lawyer paid we’ll beat it
A perfect way to Friend a snake to find a rat to feed em
I ain’t never ever made a nigga ever feel like I need em

My daddy a gangster ain’t no way that I’ll disgrace em
If you slid and ain’t bake em ain’t no way I’m posed to pay you
It’s rules they keep on breakin so we keep givin out spankings
And blood is how you thanks us or pay lawyers for them cases
My young niggas is anxious but he patient when he waitin
Jump out the car and chase em on the way he up his ranking
And we move like you get more chances at life when you take it
He was gangster till he caught a case and the he wrote a statement
Ion thank you, where you did it at
Stinked out spit em at cooked it up and made a bigger batch where yo killers at
Street shit happen you straight to the net ain’t shot nun yet
I know seein me shinin hurt yo chest think you playin chess
But playin games out here gon get you stretched Imma throw a tech

I wonder what niggas think when they make posts hopin I see em
And next post they snot nose face tore up grievin
A Dior shirt and Amiri jeans ain’t never stop no bleedin
A nigga do a whole lotta talkin ain’t never shot no people
You took advice from an angel found out later maybe it was a demon
In case they sayin that they seen me I got lawyer paid we’ll beat it
A perfect way to Friend a snake to find a rat to feed em
I ain’t never ever made a nigga ever feel like I need em

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