EST Gee – MEECH Lyrics

MEECH Lyrics by EST Gee

[Intro:]
Ay, who that? John Gotti
Money must grow on tree for me like ’03 Meechie in Magic
Money must, yeah, yeah

Money must grow on trees for me like ’03 Meechie in Magic
(?) nigga we sliding, slick got way up the latter
Early morning I whip batter platters, ain’t Aunt Jemima
Get my drop quick, grab the mop up
Clean the action (?)
Police can’t stop us
We make Glocks look like they natural disasters
Stick with the drum like I’m Travis
Shit came natural, no practice
You gotta extract the gun powder
I learned bleach baths from my daddy
Burn my clothes into ashes, I understand all them taxes
I ask you shoot, go get it
(?) too much is business
Streets so tricky, I know niggas brothers do ’em for fifty
With the members like penny
Brought trophies back to my city
Free Big Basie we was bendin’ with no tinted whip blickies
I got your mama and sister
Buy you a Honda, commitment
Or a fresh (?) honorable mention
Separated from friction, friction the reason I’m glistenin’
You know that pressure make shiners
Especially (?)
Hit the gas cap whinin’
Pipe screaming and hollerin’
This the life of your highness
Warrants out, I’m dodging
I like bumpin’ and grindin’, in the yolie behind him
You can’t be loafin’ and driving, must be textin’ them fine ones
Stuck at the light it cost his life
Pull on side of the car
Soon as we bust rounds
Watch him jump round like a flee in a jar
Don’t be out posted
I walk close up like I’m Steven Segal
Yeah, I ain’t got motion, George the motion
So believe what you talk
I don’t trust a hoe, barely my bro every since I seen what I saw
Better to get paid while it’s today
You might be leavin’ tomorrow
I send the package better catch it
Even if Reeves was guarding
And me being active, scarred me barely
Took a piece of my heart
But I must rattled, it was status than a casey award
I eat my beef cooked up raw
(?)
Carnivore, five star, I’ma eat or get sick
My money green as the grinch
Green eggs be on my blick
Water boy, reservoir, filled with drip to the tip
Pure crystal, clear shit, come quench your thirst with a sip
Rather have a real bitch than one with booty and tits
But don’t get it twisted I’m still knockin ’em like a $10 grit