Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Floor, artist - Est Gee
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Floor |
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 |