On the Floor

George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.

Gettin' money nigga
We gon' run this bitch up a whole 'nother
A whole 'nother ticket, nigga (FOREVEROLLIN)
EST
What it look like nigga?
Gang action in this motherfucker
Woo

Yeah, never switchin' teams
Ayy, only pour up clean when I'm mixin' lean
Yeah, drop him in his hood, we gon' switch the scene
I'll get a pussy nigga wacked for a zip of weed (Iced Up Records)
Yeah, niggas oppositions
And I ain't sellin' niggas work, niggas competition
Got doggy lackin' on his-, spin the block and hit it
I got fifty thousand, all hunnids pokin' out my denims
He keep muggin' out them sticks, we gon' take his frames
Yeah, dawg so strong it's gon' break the chain
Lil' cuddy told me niggas tellin', gotta play my hands
Rather bond my nigga outta jail 'fore I make it rain
For them snakes in the grass, keep a mower on me
I ain't steppin' in no party 'less that blower on me
Nigga say he 'bout that action gotta show me somethin'
Between my AP and my necklace, that's a quarter on me

Ridin' through Detroit in the same 'Cat that I got shot in
Soon as I woke up from surgery, I told 'em drop ten
The city know, they catch a body for me then they locked in
My shooter got a conscience, 'fore he slide he gotta pop Xans
Four bricks of fish spread through the click, it ain't no fittin' in
Ric' ain't sellin' none of his for cheap he want a hunnid grand
Yeah, the wrong niggas to be speakin' bout
Pull up at yo' bitch's house
And catch you while you creepin' out
Shit done finally surfaced so it's deeper now
Niggas cliquin' up tryna make it even out
I ain't doin' no more speakin' 'bout
So ain't no point in reachin' out
I quit poppin' yoppas make it harder to let my demons out
You thought that you was low at ya lil' post
One of them hoes done let yo' secret out
Bitch that ain't no secret house
We got some involvement in the recent drought
When my niggas quit bringin' it, it wasn't no good iced tea around
Always snakes in the grass, you gotta weed 'em out
Most these bitches hoes, it take the right nigga to bring it out
Police took my jewelry in the summer, I'm back freezin' now
I'm gettin' it out the freezer now, meet me at my people house
It's Big Gee the bow man, A.K.A. Mr. Leave It In A Skeezer's Mouth

I went from rags to riches
From small time to movin' bags of menace
Just tryna touch some everlastin' figures
Used to need niggas help, then I past them niggas
Guess dependin' on myself made me mash on niggas
Used to get fronted, now I front bags to niggas
They used to count me last, now I'm first class on niggas
Audemars, that's a slab my nigga, I'm talkin' dog food
Press ignore for gossip, for profit, I let the call through
Last spotted outside the club, we was in all coupes
Champagne, 1942 when we fall through
I'm Giovanni, lil' nigga, what the fuck they call you?
Just another clown wit' lies you swearin' all true
Still on the the same shit, wake up daily change kicks
Boy, you barely change fits, you be on that lame shit
I be out the country, out the blue, I just take trips
Bag movin' as I take sips

Yeah, nigga
Gee, what up though?
Vezzo, still on the flo'
Know what it is nigga

Curiosités sur la chanson On the Floor de EST Gee

Quand la chanson “On the Floor” a-t-elle été lancée par EST Gee?
La chanson On the Floor a été lancée en 2020, sur l’album “Ion Feel Nun”.
Qui a composé la chanson “On the Floor” de EST Gee?
La chanson “On the Floor” de EST Gee a été composée par George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr..

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