[Intro: EST Gee & DJ Drama]
All the the J's to name a wrestler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Name a wrestler (Turn me up, YC)
Free smoke (Gangsta Grizzillz)
Free smoke
[Verse 1: EST Gee & BIG30]
I got my money up
They put paper on me, but can't pay a nigga to fuck with us
Boy, you got your gun or what? Get killed out here tryna knuckle up (Yeah, yeah, tryna fight)
Steady hallucinatin', seein' faces in the smoke I puff (Seein' demons)
My demons ain't my demons, they my equals, see me, say "What's up?"
How you wanna kill me, but you out the way and stay put up?
You know it's on sight with us, in broad day, get your melon bust (Get your hеad split)
I don't care he told ten yеars ago, he still might tell on us (Might tell)
Sometimes I wan' write my opps and ask 'em how bro restin' up
Lifted off some strong, make all the Js nickname a wrestler (Yeah)
You ain't trap enough, before I rapped, I had some racks put up
Right before I came to Memphis, I was ballin', Ja Morant (Ja Morant)
They want beef with us and hope I post and turn they Insta' up (Turn they 'Gram up)
You'd do whatever for attention from the listeners (To get your bands up)
Accepted in your car ride to the mall, you put your pistol up (You put your gun up)
Right after them captions, actin', cappin', like you spinned on us (Like you spinnin')
This shit get ridiculous (Yeah, yeah), so I trust in my chopper (I trust in my gun)
55 don dada, know I send shit to the doctor (Send shit to the doctor)
That other shit be fraudulent, niggas know who got them bodies (Know who got them bodies)
Go get it out the blender, stretch that fit out like Pilates
Had money 'fore they signed me (Yeah), I was turnt before they found me (I was turnt up 'fore they found me)
I was fuckin' with cocaine way before I met Yo Gotti (Way before I met Yo Gotti)
That street shit in my veins, I count a million, can't record it (Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, ayy, Gangsta Grillz)
All the the J's to name a wrestler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Name a wrestler (Turn me up, YC)
Free smoke (Gangsta Grizzillz)
Free smoke
[Verse 1: EST Gee & BIG30]
I got my money up
They put paper on me, but can't pay a nigga to fuck with us
Boy, you got your gun or what? Get killed out here tryna knuckle up (Yeah, yeah, tryna fight)
Steady hallucinatin', seein' faces in the smoke I puff (Seein' demons)
My demons ain't my demons, they my equals, see me, say "What's up?"
How you wanna kill me, but you out the way and stay put up?
You know it's on sight with us, in broad day, get your melon bust (Get your hеad split)
I don't care he told ten yеars ago, he still might tell on us (Might tell)
Sometimes I wan' write my opps and ask 'em how bro restin' up
Lifted off some strong, make all the Js nickname a wrestler (Yeah)
You ain't trap enough, before I rapped, I had some racks put up
Right before I came to Memphis, I was ballin', Ja Morant (Ja Morant)
They want beef with us and hope I post and turn they Insta' up (Turn they 'Gram up)
You'd do whatever for attention from the listeners (To get your bands up)
Accepted in your car ride to the mall, you put your pistol up (You put your gun up)
Right after them captions, actin', cappin', like you spinned on us (Like you spinnin')
This shit get ridiculous (Yeah, yeah), so I trust in my chopper (I trust in my gun)
55 don dada, know I send shit to the doctor (Send shit to the doctor)
That other shit be fraudulent, niggas know who got them bodies (Know who got them bodies)
Go get it out the blender, stretch that fit out like Pilates
Had money 'fore they signed me (Yeah), I was turnt before they found me (I was turnt up 'fore they found me)
I was fuckin' with cocaine way before I met Yo Gotti (Way before I met Yo Gotti)
That street shit in my veins, I count a million, can't record it (Blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, ayy, Gangsta Grillz)
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