CALL SPITTA Lyrics – EST Gee

Read the full CALL SPITTA lyrics by EST Gee from the album Bigger Than The Devil along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Est Gee’s music, you can also explore Survival Of The Fittest and BIGGER N LITTER, two other songs by Est Gee.

[Intro]
In another n!gga town treating it like it’s mine (Treating like it’s mine)
Hit another n!gga b!tch, he took her back, they bond (They bond)
N!ggas had called up Spitta and told me quit dissing the 9 (The 9)
But I’ma hold my V’s upside down until I die (‘Til I, ’til I die)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, upside down ’til I’m finished (Until I’m done)
Them millions I spent on lawyers for my brothers, not my image (Millions I spent for my brothers)
Before I had a buzz, I got it in blood and had ’em spinning (Before I had a buzz)
Before I slid on blood, I slid on cuz and I got in it (Before I slid on blood)
Before I had a buzz, stood over cuz, I caught him slipping (Before I stood over)
These n!ggas, they don’t like me ’cause I’m icy, I got b!tches (Ice, ice, ice, ice)
Put ice inside the trenches, put that pistol on a n!gga (Ice, ice, ice)
Put knife inside a witness, it’s my life inside these chickens (Ice, ice, ice)
My life in a bird (In a bird)
You know it’s raw, fentanyl’ll make your tongue burn (Make your tongue burn)

[Chorus]
Y’all did it flawed when it’s y’all’s, now it’s our turn (Now it’s our turn)
Five hundred dollar, M and Y’s, look like Converse (Now it’s our turn)
That 5.56 go off, make your mom hurt (Now it’s our turn)
Y’all did it flawed when it’s y’all’s, now it’s our turn (Now it’s our turn)
Five hundred dollar, M and Y’s, look like Converse (Now it’s our turn)
That 5.56 go off, make your mom hurt (Make your mom hurt)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, if Gotti need me carried, I’m dropping Coc*ine Muzik 11
My daddy couldn’t understand how I made a hundred a brick of fetty
Been in the streets since ’87, didn’t make his legacy seem petty
My college b!tch big brother tried to run off, you know I tripped him
Some boxes with my celly for some rumors of me telling
I’m like Ox off a belly, said no pu*sy’ll never killed me
I drop hundreds, I drop fifties, thirties, tens, even fives
If I really want him fried, he would not be alive
N!gga, on God and all guys, n!gga, your hood or mine
I got real n!ggas that love spinning, get money on the side

I know how to make a loud mouth broke n!ggas be quiet
On all beef diet for my members who done died
It’s a must that I shine, plus I’m up, I ain’t lying
In another n!gga city right now putting it down
In another n!gga b!tch from the back and she fine
And them n!ggas ain’t do s*it with the ball, now it’s ours (Now it’s our turn)

[Chorus]
Y’all did it flawed when it’s y’all’s, now it’s our turn (Now it’s our turn)
Five hundred dollar, M and Y’s, look like Converse (Now it’s our turn)
That 5.56 go off, make your mom hurt (Now it’s our turn)
Y’all did it flawed when it’s y’all’s, now it’s our turn (Now it’s our turn)
Five hundred dollar, M and Y’s, look like Converse (Now it’s our turn)
That 5.56 go off, make your mom hurt (Make your mom hurt)

[Outro]
In another n!gga town treating it like it’s mine
Hit another n!gga b!tch, he took her back, they bond
N!ggas had called up Spitta and told me quit dissing the 9
But I’ma hold my V’s upside down until I die