EST Gee – Both Arms Lyrics

Both Arms Lyrics – EST Gee

Send ’em, send ’em, I need all threats
You can’t get ’em gone in the same day
Don’t call my phone back
Spinnin’, spinnin’, get his soul snatched
Said I’m playin’, if you take the bread
Leave the back door cracked
Sippin’, sippin’, and throw a fo’ back
Soda cream part the red lean like it’s Moses
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg
Icin’ up my wrist, spray from that whip
Six figures, both arms

Real trap n**ga, I serve plenty, I don’t know y’all
Thirty-six, I flip thirty-six yo’ kick, but you a show off
That’s what’s on my h*e arm and she don’t even show y’all
Safe sex on the sofa, the arm rest, I sit my pole on
Any trick that get a trick from me, I make her go long
G6 bottle water in that Rolls, gettin’ my roll on
B**ch kept gettin’ my pants wet, when she faced me, told her, Hold on
Green grass, space for all the snakes, I make them grown on

My brother passed, choppa in his hand, he was a soldier
Green-tipped 556, bend him out like cobras
Blank X, perc’d up behind tent, you gettin’ in mode, huh
Yeah, he stretched, work, can’t rest, this a whole one
Went back to my old plug, we even, I didn’t owe him
Front a n**ga, I need every digit to his social
Only way you ain’t get what I gave you, is if you sold ’em
If they flick you, just don’t tell ’em where you get the load from, yeah

Send ’em, send ’em, I need all threats
You can’t get ’em gone in the same day
Don’t call my phone back
Spinnin’, spinnin’, get his soul snatched
Said I’m playin’, if you take the bread
Leave the back door cracked
Sippin’, sippin’, and throw a fo’ back
Soda cream part the red lean like it’s Moses
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg
Icin’ up my wrist, spray from that whip
Six figures, both arms

What you mean rest, I’m off 3X
Stuffin’ bags to the seem rip
He gotta seed pack, this a clean batch
I been knockin’ bows since gas was train wreckin’ and green crack
Trackhawks and Hellcats, we already did that
Drippin’ through the trenches, n**gas slippin’ where I spilled at
People missin’, opposition tippin’ sayin’ we did that
I ain’t trippin’, shouldn’t have took them b**ches where he lived at

Wait a second, someone bring a beverage, throw this pill back
Make a section, teddy bears, few presents, where he killed at
Ain’t no pressure, he know I’ma stretch ’em when he relax, it fill cap
Every time you rap, nobody feel that, bring it back
Freezer, let it sit like it’s a meal prep, closer bros
Three of em’ back to back, like I’m Field Jack, come and go
Ain’t no hats, only holes, this a real trap, local h*es
I use all they loads to send the weed back, yeah, yeah…

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