EST Gee - Both Arms lyrics

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

Real trap nigga, 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 hoe 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
Bitch 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 nigga
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
(Yeah! Yeah)
You can't get 'em gone in the same day
Don't call my phone back
(Yeah)
Spinnin', spinnin', get his soul snatched
(Yeah! Yeah)
Said I'm playin', if you take the bread
Leave the back door cracked
(Yeah)
Sippin', sippin', and throw a fo' back
(Yeah! Yeah)
Soda cream part the red lean like it's Moses
(Yeah)
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg
(Yeah! Yeah)
Icin' up my wrist, spray from
That whip, six figures
Both arms
(Yeah)

What you mean rest? I'm off 3 X
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
Niggas slippin' where I spilled at
People missin'
Opposition tippin' sayin' we did that
I ain't trippin'
Shouldn't have took them bitches
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 hoes
I use all they loads to
Send the weed back, yeah
Yeah