Est Gee What Im On Now V1 Oct15 Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, that type of shit I'm on right now
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got used to being the blame taker, being the reason
I'll never explain my side, I rather show the meaning
See if your opinion switch once you got all the pieces
Poppin' RP's by the threes like I need it
Billion streams, still ain't left the streets 'cause they need me
Young niggas whoop shit at the parties every weekend
Sixteen, workin' two keys like a pianist
Imagine Quanie seen eighteen, still breathing
Wish that I was dreaming, but it's rеal and hard to deal with
Moms and lawyer fees wherе the cheese from the deal went
First three kits ya'll seen me with came from off a Cricket flip
Hours in that kitchen, I been masterin' my mixes
So think about it 'fore you put them women in our business
Think about it, shit, we all know that's ending
I'ma spank his bottom, when certain shit break, it can't be fixed back
Before I got my lick back, I lost shit I couldn't get back
On concrete playin' pitch back, got zippers, not a six pack
Flip seven figures out of six racks, my math teacher couldn't figure that
Street credit still intact, I sold my soul and bought it back
I lost my heart, the part that you let me borrow is still attached
Salute me 'cause I came from scraps, buyin' foreign cars from scratch
Pop a blue, beat her back, smack her ass and grab her neck
Shout out all them bitches up in cat without no strings attached
Shout out all the sliders, load they iron and cock they hammers back
Shout out all the Shiners, got they diamonds out a nickel sack
Rollin' off a triple stack like when I beat the road down
Get 'em all, knock 'em by tomorrow, that's what you on now
Fast cars, faster cash, and broads, that's what you on, huh?
Backend from them shows, you buyin' them lows, that's what you on, huh?
You don't need no man to get in mo', that's what you on, huh? Hunnid bands, fresh from out that jam, that's what you on now
[Chorus]
Yeah, that's what you on, huh?
Yeah, that's what I'm on now
That's what you on, huh? (The FBI thinks [?] cash perfect)
Yeah, that's what I'm on now
Yeah, that's what I'm on, huh? (When they were [?] by the manager of a [?] rapper: EST Gee)
Yeah, that's what I'm on now
Yeah, that's what you on, huh?
Yeah, that's what I'm on now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, seventy-five turkeys, all four phones, chirpin'
You want it well done or you can get it blood squirtin'
I ain't gon' be the last man with it, I wasn't the first
So I'ma keep on servin' long as phones keep on workin'
I'm mergin' off 1st Street, comin' past the university
The feds stay lurking through the neighborhood, circlin'
The trappers steady servin' tan man pressed or Persian
Gloves, masks like a surgeon, that bag make it worth it
And I bought her a necklace, now she think I go with her
Sunday back to Sunday, Gee keep somethin' cold with him
OT with my lil' freak bae, I'm tryin' to see your city
Everywhere I go, they know my snow cheapers, four-fifty, uh
I been close enough to check a pulse when I done soaked niggas
Laugh and joke silly, but still get 'em, real throat-splitter
Bad bitch, I met her, tell her family I'm a dope dealer
Soul-stealer, Silverback my nickname, that chrome four-nickel
More realer, used to hunt my fiends in the bars
Now I stunt so hard, my charm lit up like a star, uh
I reach out my arm, my wrist hit up like a car
It was harder flippin' tar, this the type they wanna borrow
[Chorus]
Yeah, that's what you on, huh?
Yeah, that's what I'm on now
That's what you on, huh?
Yeah, that's what I'm on now
Yeah, that's what I'm on, huh?
Yeah, that's what I'm on now
Yeah, that's what you on, huh?
Yeah, that's what I'm on now