E.S.G. (TX)
E.S.G. (TX)
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E.S.G. (TX)
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E.S.G. (TX) & Montina Cooper
E.S.G. (TX) & Flava
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E.S.G. (TX) & & Big 50 (Rap) & Big T & Lil’ Will
E.S.G. (TX) & Kalo
[Intro]
Hahaha...
Yeah, I know y'all know it
This the definition of baller
Nigga you don't know what balla mean muthafucka, you ain't true to the muthafuckin' game
You know how it's going down
Haha
I guess we gotta tell you motherfuckers right now
Tell me what you did...
[Verse 1]
I hear my conscious callin', infected fiends fallin'
Bootleggin'-ass boppers up the street ballin'
But, uh, fuck that fuck that, cause I wanna ball too
And bars and pussy is the wrong thing you can fall to
Trick nigga, get it in nigga, and a quick trigger
.45 at your eyes, chrome to the dome, now how the fuck you figure?
Gold and platinum, I rat-tat-tat 'em, then jack 'em
Them jiggity-jump, my boys be coming but I gots the gat at 'em
Took a trip to hell, watch me bail bad
Because the devil is a broke busta' on his back selling crack
Bury E like a G with a few kilos
A pint of syrup to calm my nerves and some fuckin' primos
But [?], there's different levels of my life
Who know where ya goes when the horn blows white
Give me a meal, a place to chill, and tell my mama I'ma call her
It's going down in H-Town, I'm nothing but a baller
[Verse 2]
The second verse is your worst, so hop your ass in the hearse
Late-night stalker, pimp-shit talker, pursuing more than your purse
Can I ever come fake? Naw, I fuck around and make y'all
Shoot them dice on thin ice, so think twice cuz I'm break y'all
I'm so proper, call a doctor cuz I'm 'bout to fade you now
Smoke a dip and tote a clip when player haters come round
Run one down, grab a gun now, I bet it ain't too fun now
17 slugs and 21 thugs chasing your ass up 'til sundown
With a, .380, how shady can the game get
I'm coming up with that extra clip so watch this nigga just aim, bitch
And let it out, you respectin' the Glock
Late night, that bank is tight and I'm connectin' them dots
And in my hand is the Tec, with "God Bless" on my neck
I'm full of that slow green and codeine, ain't hard to play with a full deck
So fuck this shit, I'm real with the steel, now can you call her?
To make my bail, I'm in hell, as nothing but a baller
Baller of the Year was written by E.S.G. (TX).