Letra de YA DIGG - EST Gee ft. EST SkiMike

Yeah, I'm really the one run this bitch, you dig? (Run this bitch)

Yeah, I can get it done off the strength, you dig? (Off the strength)

Yeah, the hood showed me love 'fore, I got rich, you dig? ('Fore I got rich)

Yeah, they seen me go from crumbs to a brick, you dig? (To a brick)

Yeah, we got all the drugs 'round this bitch, you dig?

Yeah, we got all the guns 'round this bitch, you dig?

Yeah, we really the ones run this bitch, you dig? (Run this bitch)

Uh, the same hand lift the doors up, same hand I cook dope up

The same hands hit your bros up, then play like I ain't know nothin'

Ain't no witness, out the window, thought she witnessed an explosion

No man next to six, dude tryna make lil' dude hit a donut

Shoutout to Kehlani, we fold shit too, but not clothes up

I hit licks on Papi in my projects, I'm my own plug

When Ric had his Audi, they wan' book me but I own clubs

We ain't forget 'bout it, all that hate, know we got they hoes fucked

I ain't heard nothin' bout him, not no robberies, sure ain't smoke nothin'

Bodies, bodies, bodies, bought that Glock to beef my ho up

Bounty on him probably be so much, can't trust a soul, huh

Know they told you 'bout me, you can't say that you ain't know nothin'

Yeah, I'm really the one run this bitch, you dig? (Run this bitch)

Yeah, I can get it done off the strength, you dig? (Off the strength)

Yeah, the hood showed me love 'fore, I got rich, you dig? ('Fore I got rich)

Yeah, they seen me go from crumbs to a brick, you dig? (To a brick)

Yeah, we got all the drugs 'round this bitch, you dig? ('Round this bitch)

Yeah, we got all the guns 'round this bitch, you dig?

Yeah, we really the ones run this bitch, you dig? (Ski, Ski)

Yeah, we really the ones run this bitch, you dig? (Ski, Ski)

Back in that mode, I'm on that road with a hundred some' P's (Road, brr)

Fuck a label, I got my deal with a hundred some' G's (Yeah)

I'm in the 'Ville, the feds hot, like a hundred degrees

I ain't never hidin' (Hidin'), come outside, gon' run into Ski (Ski)

I'm in the whip, it's on my lap and it ain't under the seats (Ah)

Big booty freak, clappin' cheeks while I'm countin' this cheese

You really thuggin', bitch, I bet you done heard of Ski (You heard)

And if not, then all you need to know is first degree (Fah, fah, fah)

I ain't no rapper, I'm a trapper, I ain't just murderin' them beats

If I ain't rappin', hit me back and I got work for cheap

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, they can't fuck with Ski (Nah)

They can't fuck with Gee, they can't fuck with me (Bitch)

Yeah, I'm really the one run this bitch, you dig? (Run this bitch)

Yeah, I can get it done off the strength, you dig? (Off the strength)

Yeah, the hood showed me love 'fore I got rich, you dig? ('Fore I got rich)

Yeah, they seen me go from crumbs to a brick, you dig? (To a brick)

Yeah, we got all the drugs 'round this bitch, you dig?

Yeah, we got all the guns 'round this bitch, you dig?

Yeah, we really the ones run this bitch, you dig? (The ones)

Yeah, we really the ones run this bitch, you dig?