ESTATE by Earnest Lyrics

I cannot trust me no - trick

My foreign -

I’m front my - estate

Whatever - he smoking
It’s laced

If he thinking’s

Stacking more - grips on the bank

Can’t think -

When I’m sober -

No chip - on my shoulders

I’m just going hard -
In the paint


All these
Diamonds on me -

Now they thinking - mean

Cause they blinding-

My - face






Ima a dog

But - I never chase

-these women

I hit - and erase

These bitches
No there’s not - a stain
On me -nigga

This not a - race

Cause what he -
Gon say to me -nigga

Shawty asked me
To come get -her

I hop in the - Raf

I throw on - my slides

I don’t take her - dates

Look at my figures

This not a competition -
I just - bury em ‘

Weight my shoulders
Looking like a terroist

That’s your lil - homie
Trust me - I’ll embarrass -him
If it’s not - money

Tell me what is you talking - bout ?

Don’t bring -
Her round - us

Cause she’s - turning out

Sell him a - q
For a - p

With the - run around -

So
Higher the stakes -

Then I’ll take - it

Look at me
Now -

That I’m
Famous


Suck me up - good

Now we switching - locations

If he a - threat

Pop - with

Extensions

Nothing brand - new

The real -

Day to day - shit


Playing with tools -

Can put you - in danger

I’m robbing - your loot

I told you -

It’s dangerous

I got the- juice

I know that - they hate me


I cannot trust me no - trick

My foreign -

I’m front my - estate

Whatever - he smoking
It’s laced

If he thinking’s

Stacking more - grips on the bank

Can’t think -

When I’m sober -

No chip - on my shoulders

I’m just going hard -

In the paint


All these
Diamonds on me -

Now they thinking - mean

Cause they blinding-

My - face


Ay yuh

Chickens the flock by the dozens

Shawty impatient

She hitting my line

Like “Earnie what time are you coming ?”

She know the money don’t stop

I’m all on my grind

I stay on my hustle

She’ll fake it’s my kid in her oven

That’s why all my trust come with issues


40 thousand gotta stash In my safe

Hoes exotic got Dubai in august

Every car I bought it

And it’s simple

You slanging with Steele

We pull up with missiles

Bitch I got keys like I’m hitting the chord

So so sa ditty

Don’t send me call -

Nah she won’t fuck if you dressed in Lacoste

See my niggas bang like we looking for war

My niggas bang like we looking for - ay



I cannot trust me no - trick

My foreign -

I’m front my - estate

Whatever - he smoking
It’s laced

If he thinking’s

Stacking more - grips on the bank

Can’t think -

When I’m sober -

No chip - on my shoulders

I’m just going hard -

In the paint


All these
Diamonds on me -

Now they thinking - mean

Cause they blinding-

My - face