Sailin Da South Lyrics

[Intro]
Aw, yeah
It's that nigga E-S-motherf*cking-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 motherf*cking high in this bitch
I might can't even rap, man
Damn, a nigga gonna stutter or something, man
f*ck this shit, but um
All the real motherf*cking G's
Just come on and take a little trip with the E to the S to the motherf*cking G
Cause we're gonna do it like this, bitches

[Verse 1]
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 f*cking 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 chiz-ill, it ain't nothing but the intro
Fool

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