[Intro: EST Gee]
(Tahj Money)
Pussy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Shit, I'm what's up where it go down at
I'm in the bubble, ounce of heroin in my hoodie flap
I ain't never ducked no wreck, n***a, I like contact
How I came up made my hood feel we had LeBron back
On I6, I'm in a fly whip with a big click in my hand
You can die with it, R.I.P. Lil Dead
He taught us sleep in cars and then jump out and stop his heart
It's ABM, n***a
H, ice and white, what you like?
I'ma shoot my gun, plus I know how to fight
We gon' spin the wheel, the price is right and he'll get iced tonight
I done seen him change for 'em twice, probably left one nice
Jet after he shot it twice
We gon' let him come to us
We got up and hunt so much, the gangster God gon' send us one
N***as get to tellin' when that pressure come, I lawyered up
Who wan' go to war with us?
Them n***as knew me growin' up and know what's up
Odor when I toast 'em had me throwin' up
Guess he thought I was a ho or somethin', I had to show him somethin'
When I was lil' bruh, I had a half of what it's goin' for
Take it to whoever you get it from if that ain't low enough
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, n***a, throw it up
Yeah, hangin' out the window, rest in peace big bruh
Yeah, hangin' out the window, rest in peace lil' bruh
Long as I'm livin', it'll never be no peace with us, yeah
Yeah, n***a, throw it up (Throw it up)
Every picture, n***a, I'm with you, who want war with us?
I got the drop on these lil' n***as, you tryna go or what?
I got the drop on these lil' n***as, you tryna go or what?

[Verse 2: EST Marti]
Walk up on me like that's cool, I bet he won't walk again
Type of money we put on his head, I bet he off his friend
But it's been about a week, better not touch him, off his hand
Made a twenty off the land, made a fifty off the gram
Patience with this shit, eyes open when you strike your man, on Live, high
Talkin' out your neck, I don't know why you playin'
Pick a coffin, make your bed
I don't know why you speak on Red
Play a game of Simon Says
Kill him, fuck him, find him dead
On 55, I pledge to sin forever, here your bread, talk it up
Somethin' on your chest, bitch, don't hold it in, cough it up
Matter fact, just get it done, they problem, man, they talk too much
And he don't want no bread, he's fucked up in the head, it's all for us
Heard I'm leavin' with the devil in one week, I might be
Take these Carti frames off my face, shit, you might see
Don't be alarmed if you see flames where my eyes been
If you don't throw up for Konk Gang, get from side me
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, n***a, throw it up
Yeah, hangin' out the window, rest in peace big bruh
Yeah, hangin' out the window, rest in peace lil' bruh
Long as I'm livin', it'll never be no peace with us, yeah
Yeah, n***a, throw it up (Throw it up)
Every picture, n***a, I'm with you, who want war with us?
I got the drop on these lil' n***as, you tryna go or what?
I got the drop on these lil' n***as, you tryna go or what?