Egodeath

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, eugh 50 drum, glizzy cocking watch your lungs split 40 racks all on me, now I'm looking sunkissed What's up, said he want it so we smoke 'em up Eliante on the bezel hanging off my wrist Put my fist up in your bitch Shawty said she love that shit Now we smoking out the zip We rolling green up like a witch Keep a chopper with a dick on 'em I'm never gonna miss Caught some bodies playing victim Way I'm always in the mix Broke my knuckle on your lip, what's up 40 bricks I'm 'bout to flip I lost my job don't give a shit, bitch Yellow diamonds look like piss I be chopping all these snakes up yeah you finna hear me hiss 40 thousand dollars in my bank No need to count that shit I fell in love with money so I'm always out here counting it All these artists fake they hearing gunshots and they cowering I pull up on your block and leave a pussy rapper counterfeit Lil' bitch, where the money at? I know you're out here housing it I never play with killers you a pussy and you're proud of it Pillaging up your villa I go bump in the night 45 5 with the potato to cut the sound of it Cock back and I bang, click-clack and I paint Smoke gas by the day, flak jacket in the bank, trash mask on the face Yoppa make 'em levitate I ain't got a gang I've got a chopper like a heavyweight No, we cannot talk too much, I never wanna conversate Never switching lanes 'cause all these rappers wanna follow me Twenty in my wallet pocket rocket shooting harmonies Fuckin' on your bitch I want her soul but gave her heart to me Put lead up in your arteries I got shooters who gon' get you on the low, ay I got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, ay Smoke so much that I can never find my phone I might just buy another one I might just stay the fuck alone, ay I got shooters who gon' get you on the low, ay I got ruler clips that hollow out your bones, ay Smoke so much that I can never find my phone I might just buy another one I might just stay the fuck alone, ay