Egg

I sold my soul to Illuminati

For a white chick in a new Ferrari (wait)

JK, I am hardly the type to sell my soul for money

Don't mean I ain't tryna bargain

I keep my enemies in the office

I give em' all the dirty work then keep the profit

I run this shit like tamagotchi

Hold on, wait

Where the bougie mommies?

Run up in your shit with the Uzi, mami

Gucci, mami

Your girl look sorry

My girl look clean as a new Ferrari

Where the doors go up like, "Damn!"

And if you decide to come through

With your weak ass crew

Bla-bla-bla-bla-ba

That's that shit you like to talk

I just wanna be on my Michael

On your face where I moonwalk

I don't milli rock on that block

I just really rock with them stocks

Cop that real estate on that block

Pass that down to all my kin folk

See, that's running shit, no funny shit

That top floor in that summer pent-house

With a beachfront under it

And I'm only rapping for the fun of it

I'm chasing summer all year long

I'm catching waves, that Billabong

That funk wave and my scent is strong

You say the greatest I've been involved

I can rap sweeter than a Cinnabon and

Still go harder than your monologues

With a ginger beer in my other palm

I might turn this shit to a molotov

You don't really want that

Run up on a nigga like, "damn, where the guns at"

I don't need a weapon nigga sharper than a thumbtack

I can trick your mind til you tell me where the funds at

Channel where the drums at

Hi-hat and snares and a dreadlock hair

Swing that shit like a nigga don't care

Hyphy ain't dead yah niggas just scared

Big boy pissing in your little underwear

And just in case y'all niggas ain't aware

We run this shit 'till the end of the year

So I made this song for you

And if you decide to come through with your weak-ass crew