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

(*scratching*) [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 a** 19's-20's, cut your whole click up 21-22's, on the Escalade pick-up [Hook - 2x] One, life is all that I got Two, glocks to pop when sh**'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 [Hook - 2x] [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 [Hook - 2x] (*scratching*)