E.S.G. - E.S.G. lyrics

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[E.S.G.]

One-two, they coming for you

Three-fo', better lock your do'

Five-six, they wanna take your bricks

Seven-eight, cause they know you got weight

Nine-ten, new Benz blue lens

Elev'-twelve, got FED's on the trail

13's-14's, that's was SS crawl

15's-16's, juvenile hoggs

17-18, ounzes is a half

Unless them boys, done water whipping on your ass

19's-20's, cut your whole click up

21-22's, on the Escalade pick-up

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One, life is all that I got

Two, glocks to pop when shit's hot

Three, initials in my name

E.S.G., Entrepreneur Spitting Game

[E.S.G.]

A new six, a new Lac

My click, be thugging like that where you at

We bout stacks black, add shocks no choose

The click I roll with, won't call no troops

See the Hogg got loose, I'ma stay in the booth

While them haters stay dumber, they ready for whoop

Now three things I don't like, first one be a snitch

Get caught hitting a lick, trying to rat on the click

Number two huh, player haters are vilians

That's for begging half steppers, and a pro bootlegger

Number three G, for a booshie hoodrat

Who grew up in the hood, now she think she all that

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[E.S.G.]

(gon get 'em mayn, gon-gon get 'em mayn)

Don bread Hogg fed, pitbull broke the chain

(gon get 'em mayn, gon-gon get 'em mayn)

E.S.G., Entrepreneur Spitting Game

Nine in the morning, FED's at my do'

Air Force Ones, squeaking cross the flo'

Dipping through the bayou, I make my escape

Didn't even get a chance, to grab my old Screw tape

Mad with no music, but sipping my lean

Bailing fast as I could bail, down Martin Luther King

Got a knot in my pocket, and at least three grand

Platinum in my mouth, I'm a Boss Hogg man

Independent bouncer, from the Southside streets

Remotely control, ghetto gold the first week

But living in the city, gotta stay on the mash

Didn't know the FED's want it, didn't have time to ask

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