On the Floor - Est Gee, Icewear Vezzo, Payroll Giovanni

Gettin' money nigga

We gon' run this bitch up a whole 'nother ticket (FOREVEROLLIN)

EST. What it look like nigga?

Gang action in this motherfucker

Woooo

Yeah, Never switching teams

Aye only pour up clean when I’m mixing 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)

Niggas oppositions

And I ain’t selling niggas work, niggas competition

Doggy lacking on his… Spend the block and hit it

I got fifty thousand, all hunnids pokin out my denims

He keep mugging 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 the 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, thtat’s a quarter on me

Ridin' thru 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

4 bricks of fish spead thru the click, it ain’t no fitting in

Ric' ain’t selling none of his for cheap he want 100 grand

Yeah, the wrong niggas to be speaking bout

Pull up at yo bitch’s house

And catch you while you creeping out

Shit done finally surfaced so it’s deeper now

Niggas cliquing up tryna make it even now

I ain’t doing no more speaking bout

So ain’t no point in reaching 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 freezing now

I’m getting it out the freezer now, meet me at my people house

It’s Big Gee the bow man, AKA Mr. Leave it in a skeezer’s mouth

I went from rags to riches

From small time to moving bags of menace

To tryna touch some everlasting figures

Used to need niggas help, then I past them niggas

Guess depending 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 talking 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 with lies you swearing 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 moving as I take sips

Yeah nigga. Gee what up though. Vezzo, still on the flo'

Know what it is nigga