E.N.G Lyrics

Yea, yea, yea I done came back in my flow so crazy let em know something

He ain't got no face after this K it's finna blow something

Shawty too pressure she ain't even gotta twerk nun

Pistol left at home but it's cool I got my work gun

Tell yo nigga hit me for the work I put em down yea

How you gon run off when yo mama still around here

I ain't done no shows in a minute but I'm flying in

Walk down with a stick I take your bitch and make her dine in

Know he flying in go tell the fiends when the plane come

Fucked so many girls can't even tell you who his favorite one

Sticks up in this bitch got extra clips up in this bitch

Don't make the wrong move I make it get to hitting in this bitch

I'm not a thug but you treat me like a thug guess I'm thug then

Told me it was perks to being with you I was drugged in

Quit telling me you love me and just show me what yo love mean

Bae I'm way too high to sit and tell you what these drugs mean

I'm the one the world been looking for I swear they need me

I don't get the love because I make it look to easy

I done had friends I had to cut man believe me

She gon let me put it in her butt cause I'm greasy

Only way I'm running if I run into some money

Angels in my corner keep a halo right above me

I been smoking gas got my fingertips musty

On these rappers ass can't no nigga fuck with me

Can't no nigga fuck with me I do this shit for real

Get to slapping shit like Will then say a prayer to uncle Phil

Drop a bomb on yo whole fucking hood let's see who live

One in the chamber first victim can't even tell you how it feel

Nobody next to me I'm like Zay drop the beat you know I'm finna eat

Bring the cleats I'm headed to the field I don't need a pill

Drop the beat again this murder 1 I'm finna overkill

I just got the news I'm off probation boy you know the deal

Call my mama tell her that I made it she can't hold her tears

Strapped up everywhere I go I gotta hold the steel

But still'll put these hammers on a nigga like I'm Holyfield

Word to Rell but this ain't bloody flow, my nigga bloody tho

And my main brother cripping I'm finna open up a business

That assassinate snitches, get your check and get to hitting

.50 cal gon do some splitting, bring your gun and make a living

I'm the one they tried forgetting, earned it all won't nothing given

It's Yung nigga