[Hook] I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck, with me Got the police, busting at me SES, be my fucking family I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck, with me S.U.C., yeah we started history Here's 60 bars, from your boy E.S.G
[E.S.G.] My ambitions as a rider, Screwed Up Click Southsiders Somebody get some pliers, a bullet's stuck inside ya That's what you get bitch, trying to wear a wire Trying to catch me my fucking click, and my supplier Fake kings and bosses, you niggaz be some liars Ghetto guerilla, I'm a killer that's for hire Freestyle King, bitch I'm known to spit that fire Entrpreneour, of this fucking empire
Fat lady singing, it sound like a choir Chopper start spitting, there'll be no survivors Bitch we getting money, more assets to acquire Homerun hitter like Barry Bonds, Beltron or McGuire Orange Lex Cheves, 300 for the tires 22's or 24's, 26's they sit wider Ocean of Funk, Sailin' Da South Return of the Living Dead, when them FED's let me out Spit that Shinin' & Grindin', had the City Under Siege Boss Hogg Outlaws, SES family All American Gangsta, independent rich as fuck Versatile platinum smile, watch the King switch it up Yeah give me that mic and I'm wrecking mayn, Louisiana and Texas mayn Colored stones in the necklace mayn, got the chrome you plexing mayn Sipping on bar my bed is swollen, hotel suite with Kelly Rowland Arkansas Alabama, ATL them Cheves rolling D-Town niggaz they up in hurr, sipping Grey Goose fuck a Burr Like Tim Duncan of the Spurs, playoff time I'm always thurr Bitch ass niggaz ain't stopping us, always got my glock to bust Sniper scope through your throat, pop go show we stopping guts Like Ron Artest I'm throwing heads, candy blue and rolling red Crips Bloods cops shackles, fuck with me get a hole in your head SES and E.S.G., y'all got pennies we got G's Y'all got blunts we got trees, y'all got crumbs we got ki's Bitch ass niggaz ain't scared to clash, 40 Cal. infrared to blast Got a lil' money and a lil' bread, now y'all got y'all head in y'all ass Niggaz like me we staying true, ghetto bred still banging Screw Me and my niggaz still coming through, keep one in that chamber fool Cupcake niggaz in danger fool, marvadites can't hang with you Got some do' y'all changing fool, what am I a stranger fool Packing pistols launching missiles, diamonds glissen heard me Mr Fuck a bitch but I won't kiss her, put a lil' syrup up in my twister Run with apes and orangatangs, like a train changing lanes Run over niggaz like it ain't no thang, put a peep hole inside your brain Hit the stang sold the caine, next thing ya know the FED's came Bitch ass nigga he was a snitch, had a hidden camera in his chain Like Ben Wallace in the paint, think you could move me but you can't Gone on drank gone on dank, half-pound nigga no we ain't Me and Stacks we in the Rover, cops pulled Jay Ferrari over Sin and Craig y'all know they sober, I'm back seat with the cheuffer Pack heat nigga when it's colder, pack heat nigga in the summer 60 clip anaconda, street sweeper sound like thunder Yeah you know it's going off, we murder stars Your boy E.S.G. just split ya, bitch it's 60 bars g'yeah
[Hook - 2x] I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna fuck, with me Got the police, busting at me SES, be my fucking family
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