Gotta Shine E.S.G. (TX) (Ft. Fred T)

(*talking*)
Yeah motherfucker, huh
Guess y'all niggas, thought a nigga forgot
Yeah it ain't over huh, catch you unexpected
You know how we do it, Fred T
Long V representative in this bitch, E.S.G
What it do baby, appreciate the love
J.P. on the motherfucking track, this how we put it down baby
This our time to shine, put it in they face

[Hook]
I gotta shine, (gotta shine)
Like a motherfucking star, I gotta grind (gotta grind)
Got pyrexes jelly jars, I got a nine (got a nine)
My niggas strapped with A-R's, I'm down with crime (down with crime)
You don't wanna go to war, I gotta shine (gotta shine)
Like a motherfucking star, I gotta grind (gotta grind)
Got pyrexes jelly jars, I got a nine (got a nine)
My niggas strapped with A-R's, I'm down with crime (it's our time)
You don't wanna go to war

[Fred T]
Man it's packed up in this bitch, sipping yack up in this bitch
Twisting sacks up in this bitch, pushing sacks up in this bitch
Better back up in this bitch, cause the mack up in this bitch
So relax up on this bitch, before I clap up in this bitch
Fuck a rap I really spit, in your trap or at your bitch
Wanna act up in this bitch, rat-a-tat up in this bitch
Bring a hat up in this bitch, wanna scrap don't give a shit
Peel your cap diminishing, family friends and anything
Fuck your spouse she give me brain, that tramp your main thang
Like a name that ain't playing, she usually know what I'm saying
Lyrics lead you to your coffin, losing laws in the process
We got techs, so hire your hood it ain't different in my projects
Better stop that, 'fore I lick up shots and split you where your top at
I doubt that, you make it alive, when chopper chop it
Your now black, that hoe you trying to play me for I'm not
So pussy pop off at the mouth, and where you bump is where you ride at