Ice Talk 42 Dugg & EST Gee

[Intro: EST Gee]
Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah (Uh)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Who got the ups on us? (Who got ups on us?)
Strap across your shirt, like, nigga, buckle up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you fuck it up
Clip hold got like T trimmers, real street nigga, my money up
Wave this bitch like, "Hey, what's up?"
Soon as fat boy get close enough
Niggas don't want bump, they punks, on IG, hope I post 'em up
I talk to them bodies late at night when I be rollin' up

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
They know it's us
Gone with all that flaggin', bitch, you braggin', now I choke on bruh
.40, that's the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen timеs thirty-three
I hope he ain't sellin' drеams, might go back to mailin' ki's
I don't want no good bitch, make Dugg bitch a felon, please

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
My wrist methamphetamine, you know this that ice talk
Hop out on foot, let pipe off, yellow tape, white chalk
OT, gettin' this ice off
Four hundred mails, every country town around, we beat it down
Used to bag up pieces, sittin' up east listenin' to "Wipe Me Down"