EST Gee Shoot It Myself Lyrics English Translation

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Only way to get this with the

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, shirt off with no mask at all, I train my dog ​​with mannitol

Clearest water, this the one made Jesus take his sandals off

Come knock on the devil's door, make sure you turn your camera off

It's Js in here, white all on them face, but they ain't Santa Claus

I'm tryna do the math on how much more it takes to get this car

You never thought I'd get this far, iced both my arms, my wrists is sore

I've never been this up before, I'm paranoid as ever

7.62 clip curve in this AR for protection

Karma can't even catch up, did my first dirt like '07

Even back then, I'd tell you, I'ma be like this forever

It was hot, I made it swelter, hot like sit-downs with the devil

Like, the only way to get this to my state is if we mail it

And the bond we built was special, all the game, my gang was separate

And they love me 'cause they know I'll catch a case and I ain't tellin'

Whoa, whoa, gas on the track and throw mud on it

Watch and my chain got blood on it

The end of the barrel got blood on it

Came out of the zoo, hide a check in the floor

I don't put it on if ain't twenty or more

I committed sins to Christian Dior

Hold up with G-Wagons, hold 'em up more

Finessin' and trappin', made millions off rappin'

Just go to Zone 6, they gon' say I'm the GOAT

Demons, piranhas, I'm movin' official

I keep me a shooter wherever I go

I take pills and I sip lean, bitch

I don't feel right tryna drive a boat

I'm out of the trenches, I turned up my granny house

I had them jays knockin' at the door

I'm a different type of breed

When it comes to the way these niggas chains are supposed to blow

I'm a different type of nigga

When it comes to stretchin' out the work and pimpin' a ho

Four thousand ones, pure cocaine, spend it on one of my chains

One thousand one trillion bullets come behind my name

Whoa, whoa

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself

Whoa, whoa

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself

Fuck my shooter, I'll shoot it myself

I get into it with one of my opps, a nigga body gotta drop

And ain't nobody gon' tell me stop, I'll shoot it myself

I come through a nigga block, ain't gotta worry 'bout talkin' to cops

The reason a nigga holdin' this Glock, I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, I'll shoot it myself

I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, nigga, I'll shoot it myself

I'll shoot it myself

Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? I'll shoot it myself

Whoa, whoa, I'll shoot it myself

Whoa, fuck you sayin', nigga? I'll shoot it myself

Yeah, yeah, top somethin', I ain't tryna shoot at no vest

Why the boy out and still movin' this meth?

It'll never sit my way, get pressed

Movin' my H, my hank gettin' stretched

Been drinkin' this Quagen, it tastes like Tech

Purple and red, I don't drink no grits

It's a nasty pourin', I'm drinkin' this Tris

It's a slime, 5.56

It got green on the tip

He couldn't breathe, he got hit

Bullets jumpin' to him like it springs on a cliff

It's Celine when I drip

I spit out phlegm on your bitch

Niggas can't say they my opps, I'm just a demon they met

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