EST Gee - Everybody Shooters Too (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
EST Gee - Everybody Shooters Too (en) Lyrics
Hmm
Everybody shooters too
We can’t be intuitive
If I ain’t shoot at you
I’m who all the gangster
young third niggas
Look up to
I’m who all the opps
and robbers
Plan on tryna doing it too
I’m who all the project
and the model hoes
Wanna do it too
She put it on her head
And twist her hands like
the screw is loose
You talk like you
bulletproof
We all really
know the truth
They know we the reason for
them candle-light vigils
Niggas can’t be serious
They funny
He think he the big dog
on his block
Cause he got money
Last one got outta line
Went against the guys
Got punished
Meanwhile i’m thuggin’
Pullin’ pounds
outta luggage
Sold it in kentucky
But our pressure
did a number
7-4 124
Qp 1900
You found out
you can hustle
You a killer all or sum
Sometimes I wish I coulda
left with red
God made me suffer
But pressure
made me tougher
When it smoke
I don’t be ducking
You see me out in public
with it out
I never tuck it
They say it’s
all or nothing
So i’m going for it
Fuck it
Million dollar budget
That’s an all fast nigga
Still rentin’ in the city
I bought all mines
I ain’t been the same
Since my dog died
Run off you get hog-tied
Silly
He ratted out on philly
On my mama
I should kill him
Young free bitch
Still would stuff it
all for me
I was just in the county
Could you make
a call for me
No we don’t
fuck with percs
Young nigga want a puppy
My bad if I can sense it
To my younger mom and dad
I ain’t use to
people passin'
I’m used to homicides
I ain’t wanna buy that ass
And I got the years
Probably the only
young rich nigga
Without veneers
Before I forget
to mention bitch
I got an imagery
Literally
Instagram killin’ me
That savage
shit still in me
I pass
No doggy this
for type nigga
I rap
This for o
Said I can’t
Look at me now
Real niggas hold up
Wait til we drop city
In they feelings
Main man from the country
Remember I ain’t have
a dollar
I just had a buggy
Now i’m getting money
I got lavish shit
Pay for it all cash
I’ll crash this bitch
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!