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EST Gee – Hit Maker lyrics

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EST Gee – Hit Maker lyrics

Phew, phew, phew, phew
Baow, baow (Flexin’ on that bitch, hold up)

Yeah, with Rece, slidin’ through the city, knockin’ … his bitch call
Girl think that I’m cheatin’, phone keep chingin’, fifteen missed calls (FOREVERROLLING)
All short and shit when he up blick, have a big nigga 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, nigga, 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, shit
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 niggas 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
Niggas been hoes since big clothes, calling young niggas 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”
Niggas couldn’t beat me beefin’, they had to involve them folks
Niggas toddlers, broke and live with their mamas, these niggas jokers
This ain’t no movie, ain’t no secret shit to it, I’m just the GOAT
Keep it real, heard your statement was sealed, you niggas 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 niggas 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

Never, niggas known for bein’ nothin’, never doin’ nothin’ gangster
Niggas never made no money, ain’t never made no noise on they block
Don’t even run they block
Mm, plus you niggas been rappin’ for fifteen years
And ain’t got shit up
Free Mo

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