WAY MORE Lyrics – EST Gee

Read the full WAY MORE 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.

[Intro]
You know, I was on the phone with big bro, he was like, he ain’t seen nothing
I’m like, “If you seen something,” he think it’s some trouble
He’s like, “N!ggas pip squeaks, small fries, I don’t see nothing about them guys, I’m doing twenty-five, real talk”

[Verse 1]
My daddy say when you a big fish, you can’t take the bait (Can’t take it)
Closed my eyes, bow my head, I wasn’t scared, I was saying grace (I was saying)
I still sit chicken top a n!gga biscuit like a paper plate (Still see that munyun)
For cheap like a rotisserie, yeah, he make ’em spin in place (Spinning ’round and ’round, ’round and ’round)
I’m doing great in the two seat with a new freak, getting face (Say, I’m doing aight)
I’m upping rank, kept a clean face, don’t mean I ain’t make mistakes (Said I’m doing aight)

But I ain’t rat, I ain’t turn my back or no ho s*it like that (I ain’t rat, say that to my face)
You in that room recalling facts, in school couldn’t spell dog or cat (That’s crazy)
I’m a regular snake, them mice and men, the right price, he’ll knife his friend (All that for some money)
They know I wasn’t nicer then, just be cool with the new me (Be cool with me)
Hop out where your crew be, twerking that .223 (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Your hand reach for your legs, make you back that ass up, Juvie, uh (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
I know how to bring a b!tch up out a n!gga (A n!gga)
It don’t make no sense how you go against, toughest things ’bout you, n!gga (N!gga)
How you so sick of the opps, you lie, say the guy shot you, n!gga (N!gga)
‘Stead of admitting you wrong, you’ll keep it going, gon’ start up your own militia (Stupid-ass n!gga)
Uh, but I don’t know what you heard about me, though (I don’t know what you heard)
I plant my ten toes and take my charge, go get my free throw (Go)
Got six-figure shooters, they don’t miss a shot, not even a B-roll (Not even a B-roll)
Got thick red hoes, I fu*k from the back after they deep throat (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
N!gga, I’m a real made man (I’m a, I’m a made man)
My young n!gga ain’t even eighteen, crush your big dog for eight grand (Crush your big dog)
Me and Leaf fall out, get mad (Uh), we gon’ get back ’cause I love Miss Pam (Way more than y’all)
And for every one of us the opps done took, we got back like six sins

[Chorus]
We got way more skrilla than them (Way more, more), we got way more killers than them (Way more, yeah)
We got way more n!ggas been to the penitentiary (Way more), ain’t do no telling or nothing (Way more, yeah)
We kept it way more realer than them (Way more, yeah), we was way more ignorant than them (Way more, yeah)
B!tch way more thicker than them (Way more), that paper stack way more bigger than them (Way more, yeah)

[Verse 2]
On IG scrolling off Addies, if it’s police s*it, don’t tag me
Or a b!tch tripping, saying she had me, she got child trauma, she need her daddy
For advice, she’ll take his lead (Advice, she’ll take his lead), only plan I have for her plan B (Plan I have for her plan B)
See the fruit coming out of my tree (Uh, uh), why wouldn’t she want Gee plant his seed? (Why wouldn’t she want me? Uh, uh)
FaceTime from the feds, free E (Uh, free E, oh), n!gga, still ain’t at our speed (At our speed)
Show them water, can’t make a n!gga drink, real crooks sold books to some n!ggas couldn’t read (Yeah, yeah)
Tell ’em, sit back, lil’ bro, think, n!ggas look up to us like the sky
Beef with us like shooting at God, yeah, n!ggas just talk ’cause it’s free online (Way more, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got way more skrilla than them (Way more, yeah), we got way more killers than them (Way more, yeah)
We got way more n!ggas been to the penitentiary (We got way more), ain’t do no telling or nothing (Way more, yeah)
We kept it way more realer than them, we was way more ignorant than them (Way more, yeah)
B!tch way more thicker than them, that paper stack way more bigger than them (Way more, yeah)

[Outro]
“Why you worried about them?” That’s what he told me
The realest s*it, you know, been telling me real s*it
Ten years ahead of you n!ggas, y’all still in 2016
We way ing 2036, y’all crazy, you feel me?
Just don’t die that way, just stay out my way, you feel me?
You don’t want no trouble, you just want bubble
Just find a different way ’cause the s*it ain’t gon’ get you on, it’s gon’ get you hurt