Sailin’ da South (Intro) - 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 chizill, it ain’t nothing but the intro

Fool