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Est Gee - All I Know Lyrics

Paroles de la chanson All I Know par EST Gee
[EST Gee & Pooh Shiesty]
Blrrd, blrrd
All I know is pop out on that
Bitch, we rock out on that
Pop out, put that metal to him
(Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)
All I know is
(FOREVEROLLING)
(Lucci, how you feel?)
[EST Gee]
Yeah, they know they can't play us, niggas die they bring my name up
And please don't call my phone 'bout copping deuces, I'm gon' hang up
And I still'll get active with no mask, forget I'm famous
Niggas can't afford to get me killed no more, I got my change up
I ain't change up, I'm the same one who'll front the bag and sell it for 'em
He ain't had no way to get it back home, I'ma mail it for him
Red ain't get to brag 'bout all them missions, I'ma tell it for him
Hating saying y'all chased him out that place, we had a present for him
Pop out, put that metal to him, think they sent like seven through him
Lot of niggas shot but ain't get dropped and I couldn't settle for it
Got new whips and spin some more, tinted rentals, spin some more
I can't speak on you on yours but me and my gon' be for sure
If you want war with us
Back applying pressure soon as they feel like we was easing up
Chopper knock out lungs, he walk and talk but heard he breathe in puffs
All I know is bend that corner, hop out, ain't no freezing up
All I know is I don't fear no nigga, all them bleed like us
All I know is niggas keep on dying and they believe it's us
All my lil' bro know is shoot his gun, don't need no weed or nothing
Know I feel his pain, I watched him change into a murderer
Know you feel my pain, you watched me change into a murderer

[Pooh Shiesty]
Any gun I took got less than two before we get it dirty
I'm a don fool by myself, it's DOA when I'm with thirty
Two headshots gotta get off, know he can't make it through, we murked him
We shiesty gang, we sending more hits, hang around, gotta be certain
I put you on and didn't get off, you could've told us you was nervous
Caught them bitches same day, gave 'em sixty, getting off on purpose
Know I ain't drop my deluxe yet 'cause I been busy soul searching
The youngest nigga who'll get you whacked, want seventy-five K for my verse
Keep it closed, niggas be fed, I can tell when niggas working
AM, I'm dropping forty, I want him dead by 7:30
Long live TDP, I'm fucking every ho he had open
375 CGE having bangers, bodies, and motion
Bitches tried to tread to me, stop it, flip the car, I ain't going
All my Glocks got a cable box, hit the blunt 'fore I get to blowing
Dropped a four in Tahitian Treat, can't kick the cup, I'm always pouring
My nigga Gee bang EST, pour some out, I'ma backdoor it
Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
Biggest Blrrd, pussy