EST Gee
FREE DOGGY
[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Ayy, I still be in the trenches for my grandma
Still shootin' craps, still takin' care of my mama (Tuned up)
Bring my n***as back, I got two hundred on your honor
Get these bitches whacked, I got another one, not no nanas
So I ain't, nah, bitch, for real
Know we blitz for real
Cuzzo tote a bitch for real
All the way, can't give a deal
Out to a n***a who really mobbin'
I see that bitch, might rob her
I'm trippin', I got a problem
My bitches all know I'm solid
Get that pint, I might re-rock it
From drank down to them Roxies
Lil cuh know 'bout them homis, but gon' take it to the grave
I ain't never gave 'em no names
All I know, forever I'm bangin'
How thе fuck you leave me hangin'?
You thе reason I got famous
You see cuz, you better paint 'em (Yeah)
All this money got me anxious (Yeah)
Bitch, all this money got me— (Anxious, yeah)
[Verse 2: EST Gee, 42 Dugg, & Both]
Opps think I'm lettin' up, finally I'm blockin' from they page
Hood hero like Luke Cage, I'm just glad I ducked them raids
I send opps to outer space, I send packs to other states
I had money before fame, don't get killed tryna catch no face
N***as sayin' names, they know me and gang don't play no games
Cost a hundred K, hope this lawyer beat my brother case
Set the city to flames, bright so I told Hutch to tint my frames
I ain't switchin' lanes, gangster 'til they put me in my grave
They know this shit real, I ain't gotta keep goin' in details
Turnt the city up, we out here spinnin' like a Sprewell
Platinum in the streets and I ain't even drop my presale
I ain't need scales, I dish out loads, I've been a team player
I'm still eatin' off emails (Okay)
My first jugg was a P sale
Got a million cash in retail
Won't shop again once these gone
I'm lockin' in, that grave phone my best work
Young turnt n***a, still network
She a bad bitch, prolly F'ed her
No rat bitch can claim me, I'm top ten
Send the money, we can lock it in, droppin' tens
N***a play with red, the team get dropped again
We got sticks and fins, pull your shit back like a lid
You can ask the streets, I ain't gotta speak on what I did
This is how you win when you rap 'bout what you live
My youngin' know I'm on it if they had snatched them kids
All my n***as doin' bids
All my bitches doin' it big
In that kitchen, I get busy
Not that 'caine, I fuck with rizzy
Too much residue, I'm dizzy
He pop out, bro go and spin him
[Outro]
(Tuned up)