Ballin Outta Control E.S.G. (TX) (Ft. D-Gotti, Kano & Yung Redd)

(*talking*)
Ha, man it's going down baby what
E.S.G., man I got three young thoed ass niggas in here with me baby
Know I'm tal'n bout, my lil' partna D-Gotti
Lil' Redd from H.S.E., my partna Kano
It's going down baby, a lil' some'ing like this ha

[Hook]
Say whoo, swoop the coupe off the showroom flo'
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo pop roof, 20's got me sitting low
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo, I got a gallon and a pound of endo
(maaan, you balling out of control)
Say whoo, if you low cost thirty or mo'
(maan, you balling out of control)

[Yung Redd]
I'm a playa, running through Texas freaks
Plus we count a lot of money, pushing Lexus jeeps
These hoes stacking ends, don't sit next to creeps
Everybody's main squeeze, having sex with me
Look I keep a froze wrist, you could believe that
Girls stop in they tracks, like we playing freeze tag
And Redd don't deal with em, if she's a fleas bag
I'm worth ten mill, fa sho we brag
We ride on motor bikes, and floss big Jags
Splurge in the mall, and come out with big bags
A potent fo' dranker, that'll guzzle or juggle bar
When broads tug my rope, it's like tug of war
Now what you wanna be, a thug or a star
A Sucka-Free nigga, in the club at the bar
(say playboy, now what you did last summer)
Oh yeah went to the car lot, and bought the last Hummer