EsO ENT - Trance (feat. Kid Ivy & Yung Sherif)

Hop up in that charger bitch
Yeah you know it's a scat pack
Bitch hella broke
And she wanna split a 30 pack
Don't lend me no money
Cause I never give it back
Poppin' them Es and poppin' them tags
Poppin' my shit and blowin' these bags
The Gucci, Givenchy, the Fendi, the Louis
Bitch it's Kid Ivy salute me or shoot me
Aye, aye, this the EsO way
Doin' this since 15, BB belt, Robin jeans
Ask them why they copy me
They just be some mini-me's
Yo pussy, go get your girl she a groupie
Aye, go get your girl she a groupie aye
Suck me up nice in the backseat aye
Prices go up cause I'm taxin' aye
You get stabbed like a motherfuckin' vaccine aye
Used to be broke and grimy and dusty
Ain't had no pot to piss in
Now me and Sherif, we blowin' up
Yung Vince cheffin' up in the kitchen
Aye, aye,
We goin dumb in the club
Keep waking up so that's not a dub
Get so high that I'm feelin numb
Can't feel shit I feel like I'm flying
When I wake up I hope I'm dying
But I'm still thuggin'
EsO ENT that's how we comin'
Yeah my belt diamond studded
Make her wet moist flooded
Don't lock eyes I'm mean muggin'
Can't text shawty cause she buggin'
Up at the function rockin Truey
Stop being a baby pussy you Stewie
I don't care I'm cold blooded
Call up shawty we makin' a movie
Yeah that shit is blockbuster
Don't get hit with my knuckle duster
Don't step to me I'm feelin moody
Don't look at me you ugly fucker
We back from the fucking dead
Up my blade I'm seein' red
Took your shawty to my bed
Took some meds and got some head

Written by:
Ivan Aleksandrov, Sherif Badawy

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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