FREE DOGGY (feat. 42 Dugg) - EST Gee

Bitch, you know Antt did the beat Bitch, you know Antt did the— Mister, how the fuck you make it from the bottom? Extensions on the choppers, I'm a killer, not a robber Fentanyl, Oxy', exotics, spin all, catch me a body Rent, dawg, been gettin' high, why? (Tell me something) Ayy, we been tryna catch a five, send his ass to Moxx Quez bond a million, told Sarg' to get 'em out Quez wanna chill, I'll come and get you now Tez with whatever, bitch, you stay up out the box Ayy, Spazzo, I just blew a million cash and my bag low, fuck nah I sell verses now, fuck, dawg Drekk been on my ass, she just heard I got a 'Cat This bitch go over two hunnid, this the one they gotta catch Put a pussy on a shirt without permission, I don't need it Put a pussy in the dirt for all that dissin' I should start by doin' all my verses out the kitchen, I'm a whippin' ass And I ain't fightin' no more neither, Dada blick his ass Lately, we been dodgin' indictments Lately, we been fuckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, now can you hear me now? Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now Lately, I been gettin' to the bag Lately, I been sending to the Nat instead of the Nash But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag Lately, I been pourin' fours up, droppin' five Mister, I just bought a red eye, I heard them bitches dyin' Bitch, if all them niggas dead, why the fuck y'all still claimin'? Shoot him twice and get him famous I'll turn into the devil, momma know that I'm angel I can't say I hate all Bloods, a couple of my niggas bangin' Big gang shit, I post a bitch in the city, you think I ain't hit? I got her fuckin' my nigga, we on the same tip Rosé bottles, case full of Cristal Used to be thuggin', doggy, he a bitch now Wayburn and Whittier, a couple blocks from 6 Mile I don't like no pictures, bitch, I don't do no kissin' I ain't squashin' shit and I put that on my nigga Lately, we been dodgin' indictments Lately, we been fuckin' niggas' hoes, ridin' strikers I just had to send a couple phones up to Mylin, now can you hear me now? Don't even ask about a bitch if he ain't with me now Lately, I been gettin' to the bag Lately, I been sending to the Nat instead of the Nash But I'll still stuff a freak bitch and make her drag Lately, I been pourin' fours up, droppin' five

Free them boys, free them boys forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) My lil' brother like eight now, see 10 Mile Got one-fifty on 8 Mile My dirtbike's on 10 Mile, no friends now Problems, I don't let them kill me Clap one time if y'all feel me (bitch) Clap one time if y'all hear me (bitch) Clap one time, you filthy (rich) Bag touched down at sixty Back on the high with a 'conda Bitch, watch me climb from the bottom I'on't wanna fuck, I'm fucked up Ayy, if you ain't fucked them, you fucked us Five hundred thousand made off YouTube Whole gang get a chain, on 42 Man, them youngins with a name, gon' blow too I can't wait 'til Armand graduate school I keep tellin' Quez, "Nigga, you don't want it like me" "Want a Trackhawk? Get you one like me" I been missin' Lou since 2019 '21 coupe, this is not a '19 And life been crazy, I ain't seen my baby Sendin' her money, bitch, prolly still hatin' Mama, I miss you, sittin' here with these pictures Gettin' far from rap, gettin' closer to the kitchen Still fuck these niggas, all about my gang Still on Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change "I'on't fuck with Dugg, " nigga, know that shit was lame Ain't gon' speak about it though Can tell she been fuckin', by them sneakers by the door I ain't thinkin' about a ho, got the bag and the cash 'Cept my bud, thirty-eight for the grass 'Cept my Bloods, whole team full of rats Better have a camera, nigga, talkin' 'bout pressin' These hoes messy, can't trust shit, I fuck a bitch bestie Still on the six-five, down to the seven Big ass crib, me and Don used to get it Fuck around and lose service, I ain't chillin', I'm servin' Steady sippin' on syrup, reason I move slow Put that on my son, fentanyl, then I go Feel off twice, got back off dope Denim doin' life, can't wait 'til he come home Niggas ain't with me, do this shit on my own Correct me if I'm wrong but it's fuck niggas Cuz came home haste, he was was up with 'em RIC happy I made it, I can tell Skinny back home from a L Still free Nell, still free Merey When they're hatin', I love it My uncle, nigga, and my brothers We made it, bitch, used to struggle Now it's fuck, now whenever that bag touch Shoot for every day, for like nine months I'm grateful, doggy, I ain't had nothin' Put all out, I won't have nothin' This Louis here and these Mike's Them thirty pointers on my whites She fuck good but I'm scared Maybe 'cause I still remember Paris That was our bitch, now she theirs I ain't trippin' on shit though, she a big ho Ride '21 Track' with the tint on Y'all the type of niggas I shit on Still Big 4's, free them boys

Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love, ooh Fake love Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Leaching off my energy (energy) We was friends (friends) but now we're enemies (enemies) Now we're coming to an end of negativity And let's not pretend you kept it real with me I been solo dolo (dolo) Tryna watch how I move, I knew you so, oh Like, "How's your shits?", what you say I listen to you everyday Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Your love never meant that much to me I don't even know how you fuck for me Used to have my task bar Yeah, bitch, don't fuck up, I wish you South Bucks Real nigga from the east, main bitch smart So I'ma pay for her boots, she don't want a car Hold it down for me, maybe I'll change one day Before I let her, might try it one day Back then we was friends, I was straight on you Real recognize real, I'ma wait for you Bitches follow me up first, us against the world All 'em times you was callin', I was with a girl I know it broke your heart to see me with another bitch Then you had a baby, keep it real, I was sick You was raised on the seven, I was raised on the six Rich forever, free them boys Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family don't understand me Even my homies still don't got a plan B Fake love, fake love Fake love, fake love Even my family (family) don't understand me (understand me) Even my homies (homies) still don't got a plan B (plan B)

Ah-ah, Big Latto Yeah, yeah Hitmaka (Skip got the bounce, it go crazy) They all be fly, ain't shit like them (yeah) Drop racks on fabric, I don't sit like them (yeah) Beat a bitch in front of her mama and baby These hands go crazy, make a bitch act dumb All white when I come through (huh?) Caught her at the light, hit the bitch with the one-two Your nigga ain't hard, fuck around and catch one too (yeah) Real big stepper, crime scene taped up, real big letters, yeah Jumped off the porch to a Porsche with them horses (skrrt) Don't get extorted, bitch, I do extortion Drip on a bitch, all my diamonds assorted (ice) My pussy expensive, boy, you can't afford it (uh) Young and I'm bad, I'm saditty and pretty (pretty) And I get active, I make a hoe feel it (baddie) Glock in my panty, don't make me go get it (uh) Nasty, he tryna fuck on my period (ooh) Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Them hoes ain't never on that Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Them hoes ain't never on that Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front Never tell a hoe nothin', keep shit to myself 39, cryin' hundreds, 500 my belt Never needed no help to shit on you Loyalty over royalty, I been on it Pack ever come back light, we spinnin' Nigga steady hittin' my pints, he finished Back in the day we'd tear through stitching Now every night, turn niggas to bitches I don't like pictures, fuck you mean Baddie in the west but you from the south Come and fuck with me, I'm up from the beans I fuck with weed and a lil' bit of coke Real dope boy, spend five on coats I used to sell soap to them boys in the feds Hooked on Wock', still lookin' for the red 45 Glock, big 3-0 25 hundred, tryna fuck the CEO Better not play with my team, know this shit get turnt Please no fire, lil' bitch, I'm hurt Bustin' the wire, hoe know I got 30s Please, freeze Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Them hoes ain't never on that Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front Off top, man, them hoes ain't never on that Make a nigga look back, ain't never gon' front

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah