Esmit - We Gonna Make It (feat. Nazzo) Lyrics

Now I got people callin' up my phone
Bitch playin' games, send her ass home
Only one Esmit, f*ck a f*ckin' clone
Terrorizin' bitch, but we don't do no drones
Put the gunpowder in the 'cracker, and kaboom
If I don't like you, bitch you're f*ckin' doomed
Still gettin' better, still ain't f*ckin' bloom
If they after me, f*ck it, I'll go f*ckin' vroom
Gotta keep a nine even when it ain't eleventh
I'm gon' blow up, bitch, I'll get triple sevens
Did so much shit, don't know if I'll see heaven
Stay confident, but don't know where I'm headed
F*ck is wrong wit' you, boy why you f*ckin' sweatin?
I don't usually buy shit, bitch, I f*ckin' get it
F*ck is wrong wit' people nowadays?
I don't get it
Wow, a kid hit something, happened to have fet' in it

Ayy, shout out to my bros, like
Ayy, shout out to my bros, like
Shout out to me
Shout out to my bros, like
Shout out
Shout out to my bros, like
Hold up, bitch

Ain't no sleep, motherf*cker, I don't rest (No rest)
Hundred rounds put a hole in your chest
Stackin' dirty money, I ain't takin' no less
Look me in the face, all you see is f*ckin' death (Bah, bye-bye)
Pulled up in the matte black whip, f*ck the lights
Hundred f*ckin' shots
Bitch, I'll take your life
Catch ya slippin, motherf*cker, it's on sight (On sight)
Bullets hit your dome, motherf*cker, good night
Ain't no fake shit, I've been real from the jump (Damn)
I'm not like no other
Don't f*ck wit' Mabu, don't fake my stunts
F*ck around wit' me, dump your body in the dump (Okay)
This that heavy shit that'll make your heart straight jump
I'm a savage, I don't talk, I just squeeze (Squeeze)
Choppa get to spittin, leave you dead on the street
Talkin' all that shit, but you soft, you little weak dumb bitch
Now your boys pourin' liquor for your ass, six feet
I be countin' up stacks, me and Esmit, we lit
Whip, around the city
Pull up in that shit
Hundred dollar bills
Make it rain on a f*ckin' bitch
Spend it like it's nothing, ain't no got no limit on this
Esmit got the bag, I got the check, we ball (Ball)
Laughin' at these haters prayin' that our ass fall
Big bank moves, I don't ever check the racks (Nah)
Y'all be lookin' broke, while we runnin' up these f*ckin' stacks, bitch

Now I got people callin' up my phone
Bitch playin' games, send her ass home
Only one Esmit, f*ck a f*ckin' clone
Terrorizin' bitch, but we don't do no drones
Put the gunpowder in the 'cracker, and kaboom
If I don't like you, bitch you're f*ckin' doomed
Still gettin' better, still ain't f*ckin' bloom
If they after me, f*ck it, I'll go f*ckin' vroom
Gotta keep a nine even when it ain't eleventh
I'm gon' blow up, bitch, I'll get triple sevens
Did so much shit, don't know if I'll see heaven
Stay confident, but don't know where I'm headed
F*ck is wrong wit' you, boy why you f*ckin' sweatin?
I don't usually buy shit, bitch, I f*ckin' get it
F*ck is wrong wit' people nowadays?
I don't get it
Wow, a kid hit something, happened to have fet' in it