42 Dugg & Est Gee Free The Shiners Lyrics

[Intro: EST Gee]
(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, mm

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Hop out with the chop out at my opp house
Niggas swear they don't f*ck with 12, be tryna cop out
Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down
Thot bitch used to f*ck with her, she a opp' now

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Block bitch, f*ckin' B, her excuse: she sellin' them beans
Who want 'em for seventeen? A thousand under eleven Gs
If check, exotic? Nah nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog and I'm not embarrassed

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Stress press, circle squares, and that's a solid rep
Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard she tryin' not to stare
I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there
I'ma jump out first, you know I never been no follower

[Verse 4: 42 Dugg]
I saved her under "swallower"
Supreme Trues, Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch, so if I slip my youngins still alert
Rappers second, killer first
My opps probably in Venice church
What's the next? Still in the dirt
Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'
Big Sprites, they muddy, twelve uncles, they nutty
We been killin' for money [Verse 5: EST Gee]
Yeah, we been killin' for nothin', bare face in public
Let's get back for out brother, nigga better not ask for nothin'
Back up, better not touch me, niggas get killed for clutchin'
Niggas die before they blink they eyes, ain't even see me up in here
Was fire, damn near crossed my eyes, I ain't even get to f*ck her
I was high, we just met one time, I told this bitch I love her

[Verse 6: 42 Dugg]
And I told this bitch just f*ck her
Can't get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, at three I'm dumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin', f*ck 'em, slump 'em
Been yellin' "Free Reek", I'm still yellin' "Free me"
E-S-T, free the shiners, exotic weed, got Cs, I ain't ban it
f*ck niggas been tryin' me, ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real, ain't jumpin on no deals
Before I was countin' Ms, I was keepin' up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So, why you playin' with a nigga who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin'
Yellin' "Free my brothers", yellin' "Free all the shiners"
Indicted for wearin' diamonds, f*ck 'em

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