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Free Leaf Video (MV)




Performed By: EST Gee
From Album: I Aint Feeling You
Language: English
Length: 1:28
Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
Year: 2025
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EST Gee - Free Leaf Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out, what's up

My mama died, nobody cried for me, it took my pride from me (it took my pride from me)
Took a face shot, damn near blinded me (yeah)
I had 'em slidin' for weeks (FOREVEROLLING, had that nigga slidin')
Witness say she heard a rifle burst (yeah), sound like a hammer beatin' (bah)
Tires screechin', doors slammin', automatic, it ain't jammin'
My lil' nigga know I understand him (yeah), treat him like he family (treat him like we kin)
He been anxious and he don't want me to plan it (yeah)
He gon' get it handled (yeah, get him killed there)
I just put a t-shirt on my family (yeah), see what he can manage (brrt, brick on)
I'm the standard, I done earned my status (yeah), got myself established (I'm a big dog)
Was a plug before I was a gritter, drive it and then ship it (drive and ship)
Work my blender and my vacuum sealer, catch it in a pitcher (yeah, we chopped that nigga)
Trappin' vicious, boy and girl out the same kitchen, Caitlyn Jenner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All crystals, water when he hit it, he feel like he swimmin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you hit it, they can tell the difference
Freaky finna hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)
Seven-six, it and still gon' be ignorant
He don't come from family (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)

Uh, re-up with a Richard Millie, head back to the city (head back to the city)
Don't play with me, better up your blicky (yeah) and you bet' not miss me (boom, boom, boom)
I'ma send it, every play, we blitzin' (yeah, yeah), don't be a statistic (yeah, don't be one)
Photogenic, I can see your picture (uh), t-shirt in the center (yeah, uh, I can see your picture)
If you see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out (point that nigga out)
Twist your fingers up and let him know what you about (yeah, let him know what you about, yeah, yeah)
He know you will have them niggas
Sittin' out front his house (sittin' out front his house, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was on that on the phone, but let's see if he on that now, uh (let's see if he's on that now)

What's up, what's up, what's up, what's-
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English

Yeah, yeah, see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out, what's up

My mama died, nobody cried for me, it took my pride from me (it took my pride from me)
Took a face shot, damn near blinded me (yeah)
I had 'em slidin' for weeks (FOREVEROLLING, had that nigga slidin')
Witness say she heard a rifle burst (yeah), sound like a hammer beatin' (bah)
Tires screechin', doors slammin', automatic, it ain't jammin'
My lil' nigga know I understand him (yeah), treat him like he family (treat him like we kin)
He been anxious and he don't want me to plan it (yeah)
He gon' get it handled (yeah, get him killed there)
I just put a t-shirt on my family (yeah), see what he can manage (brrt, brick on)
I'm the standard, I done earned my status (yeah), got myself established (I'm a big dog)
Was a plug before I was a gritter, drive it and then ship it (drive and ship)
Work my blender and my vacuum sealer, catch it in a pitcher (yeah, we chopped that nigga)
Trappin' vicious, boy and girl out the same kitchen, Caitlyn Jenner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All crystals, water when he hit it, he feel like he swimmin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you hit it, they can tell the difference
Freaky finna hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)
Seven-six, it and still gon' be ignorant
He don't come from family (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)

Uh, re-up with a Richard Millie, head back to the city (head back to the city)
Don't play with me, better up your blicky (yeah) and you bet' not miss me (boom, boom, boom)
I'ma send it, every play, we blitzin' (yeah, yeah), don't be a statistic (yeah, don't be one)
Photogenic, I can see your picture (uh), t-shirt in the center (yeah, uh, I can see your picture)
If you see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out (point that nigga out)
Twist your fingers up and let him know what you about (yeah, let him know what you about, yeah, yeah)
He know you will have them niggas
Sittin' out front his house (sittin' out front his house, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was on that on the phone, but let's see if he on that now, uh (let's see if he's on that now)

What's up, what's up, what's up, what's-
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Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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