EST Gee - Kobe Bryant lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] (Is this K Dinero?) Oh yeah, alright They know what it is ni**a (You know how I'm comin' anyway) b*tch, I'm high as fu*k Alright Yeah, alright [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo & EST Gee] Tell my opps no back and forth, it's time to end this sh*t (Get it out) Check my phone like I'm the realest ni**a in this b*tch (On God), yeah Think the clip too fu*king big, gotta bend this b*tch I ain't gon' cap, I was stealing sh*t when I was indignant (When I was bussin', uh) Keep my line on DND, I gotta cash a check (Lotta serve) Shoot a ni**a off the stage like he Malcolm X Got a classic pint of Tech, look like a classic 'Vette Knock the muscle out that pussy ni**a 'cause he tried to flex (Haha) Pocket full of dog sh*t, b*tch, I'm on overload (Yeah) All white buffies on my face, I call 'em snow patrol (Yeah) Had to run that boy up top because we know he told Rollie froze Shoot the F&N, b*tch, I'm on Tony mode (Baow) Poured a six in a one liter, I can't feel my face (Nah) Chopper hit him in his head now he can't feel his face (Hello?) Blew ten thousand in Allure, look how I peel a pap' You a rapper, never caught a body, all you kill is tapes (All you kill is tapes) ni**as cappin' in they songs, all they kill is raps (Real rappers) Shoot a ni**a in his hat, I had to peel it back Yeah, real ni**a love to trap, I sell seals and wrap They like, "How you empty the whole clip and that b*tch still attached?" Scurvy ni**a from the ghetto, b*tch, I know the robbers (For real) Forgiatos got him staggered, put him on a Masi' (Skrrt) Hit a lick and now I'm up just like I'm on a molly (Yeah) Put a eight in a twenty-four, I call that Kobe Bryant (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: EST Gee] This dog right here pick of the litter, I'ma call it Zion (Zion) Killed your partner, thought you wanted smoke, you call me crying (b*tch-ass ni**a) I don't be mixing in with rappers, I know ni**as lying (I don't fu*k with rappers) Found out where you hiding, all you hear is shots and police sirens (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) They can diss all they want, it don't stop ni**as dying (ni**as dead) Slowing down my life, purp and yellow, Kobe Bryant (Yellow, yellow, yeah) You ain't really slimy, garden snakes, I'm a viper (I'm a big snake) Cocaine by the tires, I'ma shine 'em, we live like The Wire (LikeThe Wire) ni**as tryna find a flaw but ain't no cut on nothing (It ain't no cut on nothing) A detroit ni**a help me get rich like I'm Andre Drummond (Ah, Andre Drummond) This Drac' I tote don't sing or nothing, it just started hummin' (Do it, do it, do it, do it, brrt) ni**as started frontin', I say fu*k 'em, I'm up seven-hundred [Outro: EST Gee] Seven-hundred (Seven-hundred) fu*k a ni**a (fu*k a ni**a) EST