Maan! (feat. E.S.G. & Big Pokey)

I be get the pint to the head, like (Maan!)

Comin' down, gotta potent ass purple sprite (Maan!)

I hit the boulevard red with me tight, like (Maan!)

I hit the boulevard, man, and I'm outta sight (Maan!)

I done took my gallon to the whole head, like (Maan!)

Sippin' potent ass drink, I ain't scared, like (Maan!)

Them hatin' ass ****, they be dead, like (Maan!)

Moe comin' down drink, I done spread, like, (Maan!)

Comin' down real for my Texas, for squash plexin'

Bought my car Lexus (Maan!) I'm about to wreck it

It's that Motorola, South side money folder

Man, I told you full of AK (Maan!) I'm down to holder

In a drain man million dollar stain, hit the boulevard

Moe-yo gon' spread rain (Maan!)

I can spread drink, ****, speakin' about the barre

I'm rollin' foreign car, drink in my jelly jar

What's up, Noke-D, what's up Dolla Bill (Maan!)

I'm higher than a hill, I'm about to throw my grill

What's up to the Darren, what's up to my ****

I'm down to pull the trigger, barre done make me thicker

Fuck Hillfiger, FUBU shirt (Maan!)

It's the Moe on the mic, I'm hittin' where it hurt

You can't fuck with a G, Big Pokey

He's my kinfolk till I D I E

SUC, Wreck shop family (Maan!)

I hit the boulevard top down, feel me, uh (Maan!)

I ain't trippin' though

Never slippin' though, ha

Everybody like (Maan!)

All my Gs in my H Town, like (Maan!)

Dallas ballers, puttin' down, like (Maan!)

Where my Shreveport bangers, say (Maan!)

All my Austin, Texas swingers say (Maan!)

Where y'all at in Lil' Rock, say (Maan!)

ATL, you don't stop, like (Maan!)

New Orleans, bling bling, like (Maan!)

Watch Wreckshop do our thing, like (Maan!)

I hit the showroom floor, I live the thug life

I want the coupe two door, I'm sittin' low

Twenties and kits my screens lit

Watchin' beach party flick two bopper takin' turn on my (Maan!)

Ten thousand on my wrist, I'm the boss

Told me, take my chain off, let my body defrost

Feel like I'm frozen (Maan!) The chosen (Maan!)

Fourteen on my neck, five thousand on my hand, like (Maan!)

Man, I chop the block like fans, bands

See my propellers when I land

Hoppin' outta candy helicopters, E.S.G., Wreck shopper

Fat lady gon' sing the opera

Its' over (Maan!) I thought I told ya

Me and Motorola, South Side soldier

And that Potorola, Screwed Up cliquester

Call me E.S.G., the freestyle fuckin' richter (Maan!)

I'ma jump up in this thing, you see I'ma sayin'

I ain't gon' stop 'cause this sensei for sure

Hittin' the door, and bound to wreck it

Showin' nothin' but naked

But boys respect 'cause I'm the (Maan!)

Pushin' a Benz or Lex-land painted tan

Eighteens kickin' in the ass, like Jackie Chan or that tae bo

See that hydro, that's all I blow, ask that Big Moe

Push a four door, rep the logo, you know it's me

Bite the mic, bitch, I'ma G, see

Won't stop, I set up shop, then I wreck it

Show ass naked, mob style protected

Sensei, don't play, won't play

Never did pop the lid on the pint

Turn it upside down, and I'ma sip it

Give me a kilo, and I'ma whip it, ship it

Distribute it, just like tapes

When I touch the track, the track bein' rape (Maan!)

A gorilla, untamed ****, know my name

Sensei or (Maan!)

All my Gs that's stackin' ends, say (Maan!)

All my ballers in the pen', say (Maan!)

Where y'all at in SA, say (Maan!)

California, all day, say (Maan!)

Brooklyn Queens, let me hear you say (Maan!)

Jersey fellas, let me hear you say (Maan!)

Florida killers, let me hear you say maan!

Tampa dealers, Miami, say (Maan!)

Shreveport, Monroe, say (Maan!)

Alexandria, PA, say (Maan!)

What y'all think, it's us skills, say (Maan!)

Wreckshop in the door, say (Maan!)