Sailin’ Da South (feat. E.S.G.)

Aw, yeah It's that nigga E-S-motherfucking-Gizzy And it's going down, once again in this bitch We're still "Swangin' And Bangin'" on them mark-ass busters But they don't know what time it is Damn man, nigga so motherfucking high in this bitch I might can't even rap, man Damn, a nigga gonna stutter or something, man Fuck this shit, but um All the real motherfucking G's Just come on and take a little trip With the E to the S to the motherfucking G Cause we're gonna do it like this, bitches Come take a trip with E as I glide and I slide Boun-boun-boun-bounce as I flip in my ride Now, the blunts get bust open as I break down that skunk Bump-bump-bump-bump is the sound in my trunk I got you all feeling good, you're bobbing your head Rat-tat-tat-tat, dumb nigga, are you dead? Cause it's one for the money, two for the hoes And you got to be real to feel the fucking flow So, bitches, bend over, now raise up your skirt Scr-scr-scr-scream if that dick hurt Now, I gots to hit it good, you know I can't stop Pop-pop-pop-pop goes the sound of that twat As I walked outside, just stood up on the curb and Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp goes the alarm in my Suburban Now I hops in, the Glocks in, it's time for me to flip When I st-st-st-stutter, I'm high on that dip But you know what, I makes that real with my mouth Come on as we sail through the South Really though, nigga, see I'm a pimp, ho But y'all just chiz-ill, it ain't nothing but the intro Fool